Sparky was a little dragon with bright green scales and the happiest smile in the whole valley. He lived with Mama Dragon, Papa Dragon, and all his cuddly little dino cousins.
One sunny morning, Sparky wanted to walk all by himself, just like the big dragons.
Wobble, wobble… plop! Down he sat.
“You can do it, Sparky!” cheered Mama.
Wobble, wobble… step, step, STEP!
“Hooray!” everyone roared. Sparky was walking!
After lunch, Sparky wanted to try something even bigger. He wanted to breathe fire, just like Papa.
He took a deep breath and… puff! Only a little smoke came out.
He tried again. Puff, puff… achoo! Just a tiny cloud.
Sparky’s lip began to wobble. Making fire was hard.
Mama wrapped him up in a big, warm hug. “Try once more, little one,” she whispered. “Nice and slow.”
So Sparky closed his eyes. He took the biggest breath of his whole day. And then…
Whoosh! Out came a tiny, warm flame, just big enough to toast one little marshmallow.
“Hooray for Sparky!” the whole family cheered.
That night, Sparky was a very sleepy little dragon. He had walked. He had made fire. He had laughed and tumbled and tried and tried again.
Mama and Papa curled their wings around him, soft and snug.
“Goodnight, brave little Sparky,” they said.
And Sparky smiled, puffed one last sleepy puff of smoke, and drifted off to dream of tomorrow.
The end. 🐉
