In which we meet a sad dragon
Chapter One

He was having one of those days where nothing seemed to work and he couldn’t help thinking about just how horrible his life was. Today, he was upset about his scales, as usual. He had taken a bath this morning, and paused afterward to stare at himself, to admire his reflection. At least, that had been his intent. When his scales were wet, they seemed so shiny, so nice, but as they dried, he realized he wasn’t like other dragons. Other dragons were shiny all the time, the light just bounced off them and they were like jewels in the sky. He was more like a dusty old rock. His scales were misshaped, and instead of glowing with the light from the sun, he just looked plain dull.

He had tried to make them shine today. He had sat in the grease pits. He had rolled on the grass. He had even stood under the waterfall for three whole hours, but when he dried, the result was the same. He was ugly, and that made him very sad. “How unfair life is,” he thought to himself, and he sat and brooded the day away.

September 8th, 2008

In which we meet a sad dragon

One Comment...

  1. Lisa

    This is very unique. I like how you contrast this dragon to others, poor thing. “A dusty old rock” – anyone would be sad.

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