©Gus Simpson (aged 9 years)
There was once a dragon called Flamer. He lived on Dragon Mountain. It
was wonderful. It had a magic stream and Groomberry trees and
Thobobanhas but Flamer thought he wasn’t good at anything. All the other
dragons were good at things and they teased him because Flamer wasn’t
good at anything. One day he decided to search for things that he might
be good at. First he tried swimming with Fisholoop the Barracuda but he
couldn’t hold his breath long enough and he had no gills. With a big
sigh he left Fisholoop’s stream and thanked him for his kindness. He did
not return to Dragon Mountain until the next day. He had been camping
out for the night and had caught Floowd (a sort of dragon cold.) As he
took the anti Floowd medicine he vowed that he would find his dragon
experience (in other words find out what he was good at). Today he would
try and look in the treetops of the jungle nearby. He found a monkey
called Monkmatix who was very nice and showed Flamer around the jungle
and how to swing from treetop to treetop and branch to branch except
Flamer was too heavy to hold the branches. They just crackled under his
weight. Monkmatix said that for his own safety he’d better come and have
tea with him in his bamboo house. They discussed where Flamer should go
next and Monkmatix let him sleep in his spare bed. Flamer thanked
Monkmatix for being so kind and said:
“I must be off now! Goodbye!”
“Goodbye I hope you find your inner dragon,” replied Monkmatix.
As Flamer flew into the early sun he saw some icicles in the frost
lands. He landed on an open palate of icy ground. Then he saw a gigantic
ice cave. It was very misty and Flamer was very cold. Just then he saw a
movement in the cave and he heard something moving behind him.
“Who’s there!” Flamer shouted.
“Only me!” replied a small voice.
“What’s your name?” asked the voice.
“Flamer! What’s yours?” bellowed Flamer.
“No need to shout. My name is Ick the Ice Dragon!” Just then a dragon no
taller than Flamer, jumped out from behind an icicle. After having a big
talk Ick said:
“It is very hot but there is no need to go now Flamer. I have some
special ice dust for these things!” After they raced around the cave and
blew fire and ice. Just then Flamer realized that he was doing all the
things the other dragons could do.
They didn’t even stop for dinner. They started to talk about how it
would be when they were older.
”It would be cool!” and they talked and talked. “But when you get older
like my grandpa you lose your wings so it wouldn’t be that good!”
Just then the whole ice cave rumbled and a gigantic purple dragon
appeared and snorted huge flames flowing from his nostrils. The cave was
melting very quickly. Flamer and Ick flew out of the cave just in time.
The cave shattered and ice flew everywhere. The purple dragon was
injured. He chased after them shooting fireballs that barely missed
them. They flew as fast as they could.
“We can’t just run. It will catch us!” They turned and together they
shot a fireball and a frost ball and they joined together and smashed
the purple dragon. It froze him from the outside and burned him from the
“Oh no!” sighed Ick. “I don’t have anywhere to live now!”
“Don’t be so glum. There is an ice part on Dragon Mountain,” said
Flamer. “Really! You’re not kidding!” yelled Ick and they flew back to
dragon mountain. Ick was greeted like a normal dragon and everybody
shared their fruit with Ick.
They found special seeds when they were older and grew them. After a
while they turned into candy. Flamer and Ick decided they were very old
for dragons. They had lost their wings and gave most of the candy they
grew to the townsfolk and their children and lived happily ever.