Once upon a time, there was a big, mean dragon who lived in a big, dark cave. The big, dark cave was inside a big, tall mountain. The big, tall mountain sat atop a big, wide island. And at the sides of the island was a vast amount of water, which stretched for miles.
The dragon had chased all the people off the island, and lived alone for years. But he began to get lonely, and felt sad while sitting in his big, dark cave. So he climbed down the big, tall mountain and walked across the big, wide island. He went from north to south and from west to east, but he couldn’t find a single person.
Standing at the side of the big, wide island, he stretched out his big, mighty wings. But they were stiff because he hadn’t used them for many years. He flapped and flapped until finally, his body lifted into the bright, blue sky.
And so the big, mean dragon flew over the vast water until finally coming to a tiny island. When he landed, all the people were afraid and hid behind rocks. But the dragon called out and said, “Don’t be afraid, I’m a nice dragon now. I’m sorry for being so mean to you before. Please, let’s be friends.” Slowly, the people came out and walked up to the dragon. They reached out their arms and hugged him, and they smiled and laughed. Children climbed onto his back and he gave them rides, and so they lived happily ever after.
For Cosette, 10/1/13