by Rolli (picture illustrated by Sarah) -
I was eating blueberries with my dragon. My dragon is a fussy eater. He only likes blueberries that are perfectly round and sweet. If they're not sweet, he spits them out. "That's wasting," I told him. But my dragon didn't care. He just shrugged his wings and pointed at the berries I spat out. Then I told my dragon, "Be quiet."
When we ran out of blueberries, we moved on to strawberries. There's a strawberry patch in the forest by my house. They're wild strawberries so we have to be quiet. Wild strawberries are shy.
My dragon is a messy eater. He got strawberry juice all over his snout, and his eyelashes. "You're a pig," I told him. But my dragon didn't care. He just shrugged his wings and pointed at my red hands. Then I told my dragon, "Be quiet."
When we ran out of strawberries, we moved on to watermelons. There's a watermelon tree in my backyard. I picked two that looked juicy, and my dragon split them in half over his knee. Then we dug in. I spat the seeds out but my dragon just swallowed them. "You're not supposed to swallow them," I told him, "because a watermelon tree might grow inside your stomach." I thought he stuck his tongue out at me, but no, a dragon's tongue is black like licorice. This was green. It was a leaf. Then more leaves came out of his mouth, then a branch. It was definitely a tree.
"I told you so," I said.
My dragon looked nervous. He looked unsure.
"What do you think we should do?" I said.
My dragon shrugged his wings.
"Maybe...
