Clean Your Room

Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon made her way through the castle, heading towards the bedrooms of Black and White. A few weeks had passed since she had managed to clean them, and she was curious to see just how messy they had become. The griffon paused outside the bedroom of Black, and knocked. It was, after all, the polite thing to do.
"Sir? Are you in there?"
The was no answer. Annabelle knocked once more, just to make certain, and reached for the handle. Suddenly the door flew open, a blast of hot and humid air hitting the griffon, and Black stood there. The dragon quickly closed the door before Annabelle could see inside.
"Hi, Annabelle," he said, seeming more animated than usual. "Have you come to clean my room? You really don't have to. I cleaned it just the other day. It's spotless."
Annabelle gave the dragon a stern look, her eyes drifting up to the top of his head.
"'Spotless' you said, Sir?" she asked.
Black frowned, following her gaze, and gasped, quickly swiping off the pith helmet he wore.
"Well, that all depends on your definition of spotless. I mean there may be a few..."
Annabelle moved, taking advantage of the dragon's attempt to explain, reaching around Black to open the door. Once again hot, humid air hit her, and the griffon's eyes widened. Black chuckled nervously.
"It is a bit of a jungle in there," Black conceded.
The dragon was not exaggerating. Thick vines wound about everything, and tall leafy trees towered above them, obscuring the ceiling. The floor, where once was carpet, was now covered in leaf litter, fallen logs, and giant ferns. Birds sang their songs, and insects buzzed about the bright flowers that released their heady fragrance. Off in the distance, Annabelle swore she could hear the thump of jungle drums.
"I don't suppose you could leave it another week, could you?" Black asked.
Annabelle glanced at the dragon and shook her head. Black smiled sheepishly, offering her his hat.
"Guess you'd better take this then," he said.

Annabelle gave an exhausted sigh, and wiped her brow. It had taken the best part of four hours to clean out Black's room, and get it looking normal once more. The hardest part was evicting all the wild animals (How Black had smuggled them in was beyond her). The griffon reached into her apron, plucking out a handful of salted pretzels as a reward for a job well done. She looked at Black who was standing beside her, frowning slightly.
"Is everything alright, Sir?" she asked.
Black nodded, a smile creeping back onto his face.
"Yeah," he said. "I was just thinking about how close I got to actually finding the lost temple."
Annabelle couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you mean your bed, Sir?"
Black slapped his forehead comically.
"Ah, so that's what it was," he replied.
Annabelle gathered up her cleaning tools.
"Just make sure you try to keep your room clean, Sir," she said, turning to head down the corridor.
Black held up his hand, fingers crossed.
"I promise, Annabelle."
Annabelle signed. It had been hard work, but she was only partially done. She still had the bedroom of White to clean yet. As if on cue the griffon watched as White opened his door, trying to sneak out without being seen. He froze, and Annabelle noticed the pale dragon was wearing what looked to be farmer's clothes and a pitchfork. A moment of awkward silence passed between them, broken only by the sounds and smells of swine coming from the room. Annabelle raised an eyebrow.
"Might I enquirer as to the state of your room, Sir?" she asked.
White winced comically, rubbing the back of his head as though embarrassed. He glanced back towards his room, more animal sounds echoing from within.
"Uh, well," he stammered. "I suppose you could say, it's a bit of a pig sty in there..."