Some of you may not know me, but my name is Bernard. I have a deviated septum so I sound like I have a cold all the time. When my mother Gladys Dragon took me to see Dr. Dragon for the first time he was surprised I could sneeze fire. This was something that dragons hadn’t done in a long time.
Not long after this I burned down the school and the playground. I had a very hard time making friends until a few days later some gross yellow and red-haired people came into our village and started hurting my neighbors and the town. This made me the good kind of angry and I chased them all out of the town.
My mom and my brother, and the whole town was so proud of me. I felt really good, and that I had done a good thing. I also learned how to control my fire breathing which was good, and I’ll tell you why very soon.
My mom made me the biggest cherry pie after that to celebrate my good dead of saving the town. She always says, “You gotta always do something right, no matter how bad the other people are.” I didn’t realize that something right was dangerous and so violent until I had to protect everyone.
The people I scared off, who I heard were called “humans,” were all okay, just a bit singed. They’ll never threaten us again and that’s the good that I was able to do.
I’ve had so many people come to me for help lately that I’m so glad to be able to do something useful. Mom says I have to finish school still, but when school is done I can start working and helping people in my own way. It feels so good to work and be productive.
Dr. Dragon had me make him a new set of scale trimmers for his office. He trims the scales on the older dragons in our village with tail scales that grow longer when they get older. The only one he doesn’t do this for is old Mr. Ironclause. He lost his tale to a troll when he was fighting in the Great Troll War of Ismanoshare. A great grey troll just chomped it right off. But Mr. Ironclause had the last word with his giant claw hammer.
Speaking of trolls, some of the other villages have started to hear rumors about me it seems. I had a new job chasing off a troll in Itsalittley that was fun. Itsalittley is a village south of ours and they raise Great Horned Goats. These are very tasty, but they have to survive in order to enjoy them. I still go to sleep with a big glass of Great Horned Goat milk every night. Mom even puts cinnamon in it sometimes.
The troll was sneaking into the town at 2 o’clock in the morning and stealing one goat each night. He would eat it, leave the bones and then come back the next night. After a week the people in the village were worried for their flock.
Well, I went right over there. I even got to stay up all night, which never happens cause I’m not old enough. This time I did and I caught the troll red handed. I blew fire at him and he dropped the goat and ran. I cooked his left leg as he ran away. He was okay, he’s made out of stone. But he never came back again.
I’m really tired still from staying up late again last night and working so hard, but I’ll tell you about that and the giant snake I made friends with when I talk to you again. I hope you are being good for your mom and dad my friend.