As a young dragon, Celeste was able to ascend to her den with leaps and bounds. As she aged, and slowed down, leaps came less to her until predicaments similar to her current one caught her. Nowadays Celeste had to flop herself sluggishly forwards, her broadening belly sliding heavily over the ground. Her thick haunches hefted underneath the globular gut but failed to give enough of a boost to clear the final barrier to the den's entrance. Giving up, Celeste allowed her lower half to plop to the ground so she could rest her aching joints. She would have to find another way to get home.