There Once Was A Dragon
There once was a dragon.
He breathed fire.
He was bright pink with golden stripes.
But he wasn’t a mean dragon.
He was a nice dragon who flew around and gave people cotton candy.
There once was a dragon.
He breathed fire.
He was green with rough scales.
But he wasn’t a mean dragon.
He was a shy dragon who stayed away from people who were scared of him.
There once was a dragon.
He breathed fire.
He was emerald green with coarse scales.
But he wasn’t a mean dragon.
He was a misunderstood dragon who hurt people because they hurt him.
There was never a dragon.
Dragons don’t exist.
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