The Dragon Who Ate Flowers
By Angie Bromeland
Drago the dragon laid on the moss, sunning himself. His scales shone brightly in the sun. With his large body and noble face, Drago looked quite stunning. He was what one might refer to as handsome. It was spring, which was Drago’s very favorite season. He disliked snow in his claws, and summer was so hot it made his scales itch. But in spring, the moss grew spongey, the days grew longer, and the flowers grew more delicious. What’s that? You did not know that dragons ate flowers? Well, suppose I tell you a secret. Drago does. He does not like hunting animals, for he hates to see fear in their eyes. Drago took a long nap on this spring day. When he was done resting, he stood and shook himself off. Even his wings quivered. One wing quivered so very much, it knocked a bluebird’s nest right out of a tree branch. “Oh dear, do pardon me,” Drago said to the mother bluebird. Drago made sure the eggs were safe in the nest, and then placed the nest back on the branch. The mother bluebird wanted to scold Drago, but she had seen him chumming around with some less friendly dragons. Drago waved goodbye and went on walking through the forest, munching on violets here, and tasting daisies there. Brother squirrel sat on an old wagon and watched. Then he called to Drago, “Say, what does a flower taste like?” Drago had never been asked this question before. Indeed, he had never thought much about it. So he closed his eyes and chewed the petals very carefully. “Hmm. They taste of running water, sunshine, and…” Drago stopped and chuckled. “Yes indeed, they taste of melon.” Drago took another bite, then stomped through the forest, in search of his next snack.
Drago the dragon laid on the moss, sunning himself. His scales shone brightly in the sun. With his large body and noble face, Drago looked quite stunning. He was what one might refer to as handsome. It was spring, which was Drago’s very favorite season. He disliked snow in his claws, and summer was so hot it made his scales itch. But in spring, the moss grew spongey, the days grew longer, and the flowers grew more delicious. What’s that? You did not know that dragons ate flowers? Well, suppose I tell you a secret. Drago does. He does not like hunting animals, for he hates to see fear in their eyes. Drago took a long nap on this spring day. When he was done resting, he stood and shook himself off. Even his wings quivered. One wing quivered so very much, it knocked a bluebird’s nest right out of a tree branch. “Oh dear, do pardon me,” Drago said to the mother bluebird. Drago made sure the eggs were safe in the nest, and then placed the nest back on the branch. The mother bluebird wanted to scold Drago, but she had seen him chumming around with some less friendly dragons. Drago waved goodbye and went on walking through the forest, munching on violets here, and tasting daisies there. Brother squirrel sat on an old wagon and watched. Then he called to Drago, “Say, what does a flower taste like?” Drago had never been asked this question before. Indeed, he had never thought much about it. So he closed his eyes and chewed the petals very carefully. “Hmm. They taste of running water, sunshine, and…” Drago stopped and chuckled. “Yes indeed, they taste of melon.” Drago took another bite, then stomped through the forest, in search of his next snack.
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