The baby Dragon

“The Baby Dragon'' 

Crack, scratch, crack, wiggle, crash!

What happened? Said Mary to Katie in the tree house.  “I hope our tree house isn’t about to fall!”  Katie looked at Mary with uncertainty and they both started to climb down just encase.   They rushed down to the bottom of the ladder hidden at the back of their favourite tree with their tree hut snuggled right in the branches away from noisy folk.  They noticed an egg, well it was the broken sections of the shell that once was an egg.

“Oh my gosh” stated Katie, “I wonder what was in there?”, Mary agreed.  What poor wee being could have been left to fend for itself and all alone.  They both stood silently for a bit then decided to go on a quest; they couldn’t leave the poor wee thing out on its own.  They decided to search the garden to start with then the field and then they would have to ask mum but then the park and the burn.

They started with the section they were in as they were not sure if the creature would be able to walk very far.  Mary and Katie were both a little scared, they didn’t know how big the thing was or even what it was.  The more they searched the more worried they both got.  Not just for the creature but for themselves!  What i it was a giant duck (Katie disliked most birds after being chased by ducks when she was just trying to feed them last year at the park, so she really disliked them, she was only trying to be nice)  Or it could be a giant moth thought Mary, they always get into my bedroom at night just before I go to sleep and I can hear them batting about but I can never catch them.  “Ohh it could be a kitten or a puppy” stated Katie, “Don’t be silly” said Mary with a giggle, they don’t come in an egg or a shell.

 “Well maybe it could be a chicken!” decided Katie with a bit of hope.  Katie was very fond of chickens, her granny had some out on the island and she loved to play with them.  Some of them even sat and let her gently stroke them.  “Oh I hope it’s a wee chicken Mary” she said with a smile.  Mary hoped so too,  her granddad used to have some in the shed, her and her big sister used to try and play with them, but they called them “pop-pop-hens” because they decided that was the noise they make.

They carried on searching, they were almost finished searching the entire garden when they heard another crack, “That sounded like a branch cracking” stated Katie a bit scared.  “I think your right”, nodded Mary a little afraid herself.  They took some smaller steps; they thought they saw the gorse bush rustle.  “Did that bush just move?” asked Katie.  “Maybe it was the wind”, said Mary.  “That doesn’t seem possible, there was no wind today and we are almost at the house so the wind never get here” said Katie with a tremble.

Just as they were beginning to get really afraid a little dragon popped its head out of the bush.  “Ohh my” they both gasped as the little dragon looked up at them.

 “Wow! What should we do? What can it eat? Asked Mary to Katie but there was no need, along came big mama dragon to take little dragon home.

Whoa” they both stated again, how cool was that?  Mary to Katie both thought.  , I hope the little dragon was alright if when it fell into our garden.” Stated Mary hopefully, with that they both turned and headed into the house to tell Mary’s mum the story of the lost little dragon they had just rescued.

©Joanne Hepburn 2014