George the Dragon lives in our pipes, and when the water turns he does one of two things (or changes from one to the other):
1) He will either complain loudly about the injustice he has to go through early in the morning as we wake him by turning on the water.
2) He will sing and harmonize with us.
Sunday morning he sang with me. This morning he complained fully, outraged that I would wake up at 8:00 this morning when it is a holiday. But I suppose that he forgave me, because this evening he sang with me as I washed my face and got ready for bed.
How many other people can say they have a singing dragon named George in their apartment?