The littlest Dragon

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Your attention goes to the dragon, who sits patiently while watching the scene. You can’t deny that he’s gotten bigger. Now he’s the size of a large cat, possibly even bigger. “Do dragons usually have growth spurts?” you wonder aloud.

Once the hens are properly fed, he flies off to take care of Phillis. Despite her initial fear of him, Phillis seems to have gotten used to him. You two follow behind to Phillis's pen. Tsunotarou pats the top of her head while she eats. The second book about the Littlest Dragon who has the biggest and best ideas. Familiar family stories for beginner readers. Being so little makes him sad, until Little Bird turns up and shows him that with a little help from a friend, anything is possible. When winter arrives and all the other dragons catch a cold and their fires go out, only Little Dragon can keep them warm.Gretchen’s special pride, the blooms she guarded most closely, were the brilliantly colored poppies that grew in the center of her wonderland. No one, not the bumblebees, not the butterflies, not the birds, and certainly not the fairies were permitted to land on her poppies. “They’re fragile. They’re perfect. Don’t touch them,” she warned. Well…I-I…!” Ace sputters unintelligibly before he jabs a finger at the dragon on your shoulder. “Forget about me for a second! What’s that thing?!” Then one summer day, as the sun poured down upon the soil and the flowers stretched their stems to soak in the warmth and light, Gretchen scurried to the river to collect their morning drink. Suddenly a dragon knew only as of the Littlest Dragon accidentally flew into Gretchen’s garden. He was tiny, no bigger than a June bug, and exhausted. When he spotted Gretchen’s poppies, he flew at once to land on one. “Ah,” he sighed deeply, “what a wonderful resting spot.” It really is a sight to see. “Yup. He’s been helping with small things here and there. He even hands me ingredients when I make potions.” Did you know there’s a curse on him?” He walks around the couch to observe Tsunotarou on all sides. The dragon doesn’t move an inch but seems fairly relaxed despite Riddle being a complete stranger.

Before reading this short story in 7th grade English I despised reading. This story pulled me into an entirely new world. For the first time I enjoyed reading, nay I had an all consuming need to read. Within a month after reading this short story I had read the full Dragonriders of Pern series from Anne McCaffrey. From that time I haven't gone a day without reading something, be it a book, short stories, or fanfiction. This sudden change in my life opened me to how the littlest thing teachers have us do can cause such large changes, and because of this I found my love of teaching. To get some protective runes made around the perimeter of your place. Maybe it’ll keep the weirdo you saw out.” There’s a huff and light growl from behind him. “Uh… is he okay?” He inches away from the irritated dragon.Because you have an infected, bleeding wound on your arm, Ace.” Rolling your eyes, you go to your workroom before returning with a handful of potions, salves, and bandages. “Sit.” I mean, I think if that stranger wanted to hurt us, he would've broken down the door. The deadbolt doesn’t do much,” you say while setting down glasses. “I’ll be fine, Deuce, so don’t worry.” The Littlest Dragon can’t run fast, is always last in the flying races and, worst of all, can’t breathe fire.

He tilts his head to one side. Dragons are said to be intelligent creatures, you recall. “Do you want something to eat? I assume you’re probably hungry after sleeping for five days.” Ace and Deuce carefully slink past you before you shut the door. “As you can see, Riddle, he’s not a danger to anyone.” You try to smile as innocently as possible. Her garden perfumed the air, exciting the bees, delighting the birds. Still, they asked Gretchen, “Why do you work so hard?” The other fairies climbed into the Canterbury bells to nap, morning, noon and evening and wondered at her frantic industry.He agrees to your second option as he flies off your shoulder and lands in the satchel you keep hung up near the front door. His head pokes out when you don’t move. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” Rubbing your temples, you sigh, “Fine. But one of you is gonna be sleeping on the floor cause I only have one couch.” When it’s time for bed, you carry the still sleeping dragon upstairs. Putting Tsunotarou in the makeshift nest, you climb into bed. However, before you can fall asleep, Tsunotarou flies over with the blanket in his mouth. Standing at the edge of the bed, it’s almost like he’s giving you puppy dog eyes. He turns to you. “I realize the rules may not apply to you, (Y/N), since you’re not a part of our guild, but a dragon is dangerous regardless of its size. Ace mentioned he grew bigger last night. Who’s to say he won’t stop growing and then lay waste to everything?” She’s a gentle one.” You smile as she nudges your side to hurry you up on getting her breakfast. “Okay, okay! I’m getting there.”

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You continue, “The potion and salve I used for you are for speeding up the healing process. It supposedly works on all living creatures, so I was hoping it would work on dragons.” When they’re gone, you plop down on the couch. Tsunotarou immediately climbs into your lap and makes himself comfortable. “Cursed huh?” You lift his face so you can look into his eyes. “Are you secretly a prince who got cursed by an evil sorcerer and only true love's kiss can break the spell?” you ask with a teasing grin. You leave for the main shopping center with the dragon in tow. A bit nervous, you try to calm yourself through the walk. Tsunotarou pokes his head out taking in the scenery. At least someone is feeling fine. Tsunotarou bares his teeth with a low growl. “We are going to have this conversation later,” you tell him before shifting gears. “This is Tsunotarou. I found him in the forest a little over a month ago.” You feel Tsunotarou wiggle around in the satchel before poking his head out. “You have to stay hidden,” you whisper, placing a finger over your lips.