A Dragon, Slightly Afraid
It starts with a little idea…
Arlo (child)“A dragon. But he’s scared of butterflies. Not monsters, just butterflies. He hides behind a rock. And there’s a mouse who needs him.”
Parent“What does the mouse need?”
Arlo (child)“Her hat blew away. He’s big so he can get it. But he’s still a bit scared.”
Dragon can face a mountain. A fluttering butterfly is another matter. But Mouse has lost her hat, and she needs his help.
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Slightly afraid
Dragon lived halfway up a mountain. He was not afraid of rocks, or rain, or thunder. But when a butterfly fluttered past, he ducked behind a boulder. “Only slightly afraid,” he told the boulder.
A hat in the wind
Mouse came hurrying up the path. “The wind took my hat. I saw it blow down the hill.” Dragon looked at the long grass. There might be butterflies in there. “Will you help me look?” Mouse asked.
The next rock
“I can go as far as that rock,” said Dragon. Mouse walked beside him. From there, he could see another rock. “And that one.” They went slowly, rock by rock. Then Mouse spotted something yellow.
Something moving
The yellow thing was caught on a bramble. It flapped. It twitched. Dragon stopped. “It’s moving.” “That’s my hat,” said Mouse. “And there’s something on it.” Dragon tucked his wings in very tightly.
A little wait
A butterfly opened its wings on the brim. Dragon took a step back. “I want to help,” he said. “But I can’t go near it.” “Then we’ll wait here,” said Mouse. So they waited. The butterfly folded its wings and flew to a flower.
Within reach
Dragon edged one foot forwards. Then another. “I can reach it from here.” With the tip of his tail, he lifted the ribbon off the thorn. The hat dropped into Mouse’s paws. “You found it,” she said. “And you came all this way.”
All this way
Dragon looked back up the hill. His boulder was a long way off. “All this way,” he said. “Rock by rock.” Mouse put on her hat. The butterfly fluttered past again. Dragon ducked a little. Then he peeped out. “Good morning,” he said. He was still slightly afraid. But he was out in the sunshine.
An illustrated example of the experience we are developing. Talebrix is still in development; this book was not printed by the device.