A Dragon’s New Friend

A Dragon’s New Friend

I am not alive, but I grow; I don't have lungs, but I need air; I don't have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?

In a peaceful valley surrounded by towering mountains, a young dragon named Drako lived alone. Drako’s scales shimmered with hues of gold and crimson, but despite his beautiful appearance, he felt a deep loneliness. He longed for companionship and adventure, and his cozy cave felt empty without friends to share it with.

One bright morning, Drako decided to venture out of his cave in search of something new. As he flew over the valley, he spotted a meadow filled with vibrant flowers. Curious, he landed and began to explore. It was there that he met Bella, a playful butterfly with wings that sparkled like precious gems.

“Hello, young dragon!” Bella greeted him cheerfully. “What brings you to this meadow?”

“I’m lonely,” Drako admitted. “I want to find a place where I can play and make friends.”

Bella fluttered around him, her wings creating a soft, musical hum. “I know just the place! There’s a hidden meadow where dragons and butterflies can play together. But to find it, you must solve a riddle.”

Drako’s eyes widened with anticipation. “What is the riddle?”

Bella spoke slowly and clearly:
“I am not alive, but I grow;
I don’t have lungs, but I need air;
I don’t have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?”

Drako repeated the riddle to himself, committing it to memory. With a nod of thanks to Bella, he set off on his quest to solve the riddle and find the hidden meadow.

As Drako wandered through the valley, he encountered various obstacles. He met a wise old tortoise named Terrence, who was basking in the sun near a bubbling brook.

“Hello, young dragon,” Terrence said kindly. “What troubles you?”

“I’m trying to solve a riddle to find a hidden meadow,” Drako replied.

Terrence smiled. “Think about things that need air but aren’t alive in the way we are. Sometimes, the answer is in the elements around us.”

Drako thanked Terrence and continued his journey, pondering the tortoise’s words. He soon came across a lively squirrel named Squeaky, who was gathering nuts in a dense forest.

“What brings you here, dragon?” Squeaky asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“I’m looking for a hidden meadow,” Drako explained. “I need to solve a riddle to find it.”

Squeaky nodded. “Think about something that grows but isn’t alive like us. Sometimes the answer is right in front of you.”

As the day wore on, Drako began to feel discouraged. He had traveled far and encountered many creatures, but he still couldn’t solve the riddle. The sun began to set, casting long shadows over the valley.

Taking a deep breath, Drako sat down and recalled the riddle: “I am not alive, but I grow; I don’t have lungs, but I need air; I don’t have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?” He thought about the clues Terrence and Squeaky had given him.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

"Fire!" Drako exclaimed. "The answer to the riddle is fire!"

With renewed confidence, Drako spread his wings and took to the sky. He followed the setting sun, its fiery glow guiding him towards the hidden meadow. As he flew, the sky darkened, and he saw a faint, golden light ahead. He followed the light and soon found himself in a beautiful meadow illuminated by the soft glow of fireflies.

Dragons and butterflies played together, their laughter and joy filling the air. Drako landed in the meadow, his heart swelling with happiness.

"I did it!" Drako exclaimed. "I solved the riddle! The answer is fire!"

Bella fluttered over to him, her wings shimmering in the firefly light. "Welcome to the hidden meadow, Drako. You are not alone anymore."

Drako felt a rush of relief and joy as he joined the other dragons and butterflies. He had found the companionship he longed for and discovered a beautiful place to play and make friends. As he settled down for the night, Drako knew he had changed for the better. He was now more confident and filled with joy, knowing he had a place where he belonged.

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Those Naughty Little Dragons

Written By Miss Bea Haven

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