The littlest Dragon

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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?!” 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.”

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. The dragon doesn’t respond as he rests his snout on your shoulder. As you close the door, his gaze never leaves the line of trees. There’s a flash of yellow before the door is firmly shut.

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The dragon grumbles deep within his chest. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gesture, but let's leave the wildlife alone.” Gently turning him over, your eyes widen. “A dragon?” Despite his small size, he has definite features of the powerful beasts just squished together in a smaller form. As he enters, he looks around before his gaze zeroes in on the dragon resting on the couch. “It really is a dragon…”

They probably wrote it off as the creature's magical powers leaving a residue,” Riddle answers. He gives them a stern look. “They’ll need to go through more training later.”I never thought I’d see a dragon taking care of a goat instead of eating one…” Deuce looks both perplexed and awed. Leaning an elbow on the table, you both stare at each other. “So… what do I call you?” He only lets out a gurgling of growls in response. “How about Tsunotarou?” He seems to nod as if your silly name is an acceptable one for a dragon.

Rubbing your temples, you sigh, “Fine. But one of you is gonna be sleeping on the floor cause I only have one couch.” Tsunotarou, who perched himself on your shoulder, leans forward watching in rapt interest. “Do you want to try to feed them?” you ask, holding the bag of feed up. Of course!” Ace pulls out a hefty coin purse and lets it fall on the table. “All in a day's work.” He grins smugly with his nose in the air. 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, it seems like your wing is healed, but your front leg still needs a bit of time. If you want, you can stay here until then,” you offer.

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With plenty of repetition and alliteration, this book is perfect for children who are just able to read on their own. Hugely popular with Year 2s throughout the UK.

Phillis comes trotting over the moment you're within sight. Patting her head, you scratch her behind the ears. “Morning, princess.” She bleats happily at the attention. The little dragon flies off your shoulder to get a better look at Phillis. She noses his stomach curiously as he reaches out to pat her on the snout. So you got beat up?” You clean Deuce’s cuts, which are mostly minor. A few do need some salve and bandages. Would you two think about the bigger issue!? He’s gonna grow too big and probably eat us all! That’s what dragons do!” Ace shouts, waving his hands around wildly. The Littlest Dragon had flown south all the way from a northern valley, across the lake after lake, searching for his family. He had lost sight of them when he became trapped in a cloud. He had been born just weeks before, and this was his first flight. “Time to go catch deerflies,” his mother had called, “and time to go play with the bass on the lakes.” So they flew the Littlest Dragon and his brothers and sisters. And then the cloud separated him from his loved ones. He was truly lost. 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.”Instead of a naked intruder, you witness Ace trying to put out a fire with one of your spare pillows. Deuce is rushing over with a cup of water and dumps it on the flaming blanket. It goes out with a loud sizzle. Both boys let out a relieved sigh as you set the broom down. Watching the creature curiously, you decide to let him rest until he wakes up. You aren’t sure about the healing rate of dragons let alone such a small one. Gretchen took such pride in her garden and guarded it so well, that she permitted no one to touch or look or smell for long. She shooed away the birds to their nests and the bees to their hives. She turned over the Canterbury bells and dropped intruding fairies to the ground. Alright, ladies, time for breakfast,” you call. Sprinkling the food, the three descend near you in a flurry of white and brown feathers.