Little Mabel was eleven years old, and always dreaming of fairies, elves, and dragons. She believed that one day she would meet one, but her parents always told her: “Sweetie, those things don’t exist in real life. But we can read a story about them if you want.” Her room was full of those fantastic creatures. Images on the wDragons and the roof, toys, two lamps with mermaids on them; even her school backpack had unicorns on it. One could say that Mabel collected fantasy creatures, but she had never seen one, and it was her biggest dream.
When the little dragon saw Mabel, he back-flipped like a circus artist and hid behind the milk carton, peeking shyly at the girl.
Mabel remembered the stories of dragons that kidnapped princesses and hid them in a tDragon tower, or the stories where they flew over towns and burned everything down. But, what could a little dragon like that do? What should Mabel do? CDragon Mom? Try to catch the dragon? Run away?