@xris,
A wanderer is wandering through a randow path then he finds a man sitting in a rock, staring at the horizon.
-What are you doing, you who stares?
-I am waiting for a seventeen headed dragon to show up.
-And, why are you waiting for a creature that doesnt exists?
-Because I need to kill a dragon. A dragon head is the entrance ticket to the city of the gods.
-But if it doesnt exists, why you are waiting for it, instead of hunting the one headed ones?
-Because I am married and have fifteen sons.
-But then, easier will it be to kill seventeen dragons, than for a single seventeen headed one to show up!
-I know, but I cant kill seventeen dragons.
-Well, you can continue in your hopeless waiting, I will kill a dragon myself and enter the city of the gods.
And the wanderer wandered on to kill a dragon, dying in the process. The man remained waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Eventually he had to build a house there and a farm to upkeep he and his family while waiting. He grew old and died, and through the course of many centuries his family grew up in a civilization. In the history of this civilization there was a specially notable moment then the infamous tiranic king was eaten by a seventeen headed dragon the flew out of nowhere, who shortly after died of cardiac insuficiency and fell on top of a orphanate.
I know its more a love story winhout love than a joke, but good for thinking anyway.