(C) Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Every day the magnificent creature would bask in a patch of sun by the creek as Fredericka passed by on her way home from school. The forest looked magical in this spot. She wished she could plop down right beside it and rest, but there was still quite a way to go.
“I want to tickle it, ” her brother James whispered. “Look at that cute little potbelly!”
“No, don’t disturb it. You’ll make him wake up. He’s probably strong, you know.”
“What? Are you afraid, you scaredy cat?”
Fredericka sighed. James could be immature. “It’s called respect, James.”
As the creature stirred and its eyelids fluttered, Fredericka guided James away.
“Why, Fred?” James whined.
“Isn’t it enough that we got to see this rare thing?” she asked as they had found their way out of the woods. “If you mess with it, we may never see that dragon again.”