do not fear the seven-headed dragon, my son

Not that I read too much into things, but last night's first reading for the Feast of the Assumption, from Revelation, included this part:

A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed with the sun,
with the moon under her feet,
and on her head a crown of twelve stars.
She was with child and wailed aloud in pain as she labored to give birth.
Then another sign appeared in the sky;
it was a huge red dragon, with seven heads and ten horns,
and on its heads were seven diadems.
Its tail swept away a third of the stars in the sky
and hurled them down to the earth.
Then the dragon stood before the woman about to give birth,
to devour her child when she gave birth.

Afterward, I giggled and whispered to Stephen, "Maybe that's why he's taking his time. He's afraid of the big red dragon!"