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Leon Makes a Friend

Leon and Emma, as captured in felt by Tally Heilke.

One afternoon Leon the dragon was wandering around in the forest looking at the trees and the flowers and singing a happy tune to himself. It went something like this:

 

I’m a dragon, big and strong

My wings are wide, my tail is long

Yes I’m a dragon, strong and proud

And when I roar it’s very LOUD!

 

Leon jumped up in the air and shouted the last word at the top of his lungs. A little puff of flame shot out of his mouth and lit a branch on fire. “Whoops!” he said, covering his mouth. “I’d better put that fire out!”

Flapping his wings as hard as he could, Leon rose into the air and grabbed onto the branch. He bounced up and down, and finally the branch broke off the tree and he fell to the ground. Then he stomped on the fire until it went out.

“Phew!” said Leon, sitting down against the tree trunk. “That was a close one. I should be more careful with my fire breath!”

Just then, Leon heard someone sneeze: “Ah-choo clink clink.”

“Who is that?” wondered Leon. “And why did their sneeze go ‘clink clink’?” He got up and walked around the tree.

There, on the other side of the tree, was a big, icy igloo.

Leon scratched his head. “What is an igloo doing in the middle of the forest?”

“Ah-choo clink clink clink,” said someone from inside the igloo.

“Hello?” called Leon. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” replied the person inside the igloo. “I’m Emma the dragon! Who are you?”

“I’m Leon. I’m a dragon, too,” said Leon. “What are you doing inside an igloo?”

“I don’t know!” said Emma. “My mother was taking me to the doctor who lives in the woods, because I have a cold and I can’t stop sneezing.” She sneezed again: “Ah-choo clink clink. I saw a butterfly and I wanted to try to catch it, but I got lost and couldn’t find my way back to the path. I looked all over trying to find my mother back, and I was so tired, so I decided to take a nap. The next thing I knew, I woke up inside this igloo. Can you help me get out?”

“Hmm,” said Leon. “Why don’t you just breathe fire and melt all the ice?”

“But I can’t breathe fire!”

“Maybe you just have to learn,” said Leon. “A mudge helped me learn. All you have to do is take a deep breath, swallow a tickle in your throat, and blow out as hard as you can.”

“No, no, no,” said Emma. “I mean I can’t breathe fire because I’m not a fire-breathing dragon.”

“What kind of dragon are you?” asked Leon, confused.

“I am an ice-breathing dragon!” said Emma proudly.

“Oh,” said Leon. “I’ve never actually met an ice-breathing dragon before. All of the dragons in my village breathe fire.”

“My whole village breathes ice. I met a fire-breathing dragon once. He was very old and grey, but his fire was purple. Is your fire purple?”

“No,” said Leon. “My fire is green. You must have met Grandfather Joseph. My dad says Grandfather Joseph is the only good dragon who can breathe purple fire. He told me Grandfather Joseph’s parents were bad dragons, but Grandfather Joseph ran away from home when he was little and was raised by a family of hopps.”

“How could a hopp raise a dragon?” wondered Emma. “That would look pretty funny!”

“Sometimes Grandfather Joseph even acts like a hopp,” said Leon. “One time I saw him bouncing up and down on his legs, like hopps do, and he wiggles his nose around like a hopp, too!” Thinking about it, Leon laughed.

Emma laughed, too. Then she sneezed. “Ah-CHOO! Clink clink clink.”

“Why do your sneezes go ‘clink clink’?” asked Leon.

“I think I’m sneezing out ice cubes. Maybe that’s how I got stuck in this igloo. Maybe I was sneezing in my sleep, and all of the ice cubes made an igloo around me!”

“Is it cold in there?”

“Yes, but ice-breathing dragons like the cold,” said Emma. “We don’t like to be trapped, though.”

“Well I’m going to get you out of there!” promised Leon. He tapped on the igloo with one hand. “I’m going to melt the igloo right here. You’d better get to the other side.”

Leon stood back, stretched out his wings, took a deep breath, swallowed the tickle in the back of his throat, and blew out as hard as he could. A big ball of green fire burst out of his mouth and melted a hole right into the side of the igloo. A puddle of water soaked into the grass.

“Thank you, Leon!” said Emma. She crawled out through the hole and shook the drips of water from the igloo off of her wings. She was blue and white and a little bit smaller than Leon.

“You’re welcome,” said Leon.

“Ah-choo!” sneezed Emma. Two little ice cubes shot out of her nose and hit Leon on the chest.

“Ha ha!” laughed Leon. “I guess you really do need to go to the doctor.”

Emma looked sad. “I need to find my mother, first!”

“Let’s fly up and look for her,” suggested Leon.

“I can’t fly,” said Emma.

“That’s okay,” said Leon. “I can fly, but only a little bit. Here, I’ll go look.” He flapped his wings as hard as he could and flew up to a high tree branch, where he perched to let his wings rest. Holding on tight, he looked all around.

“Can you see my mother?” called Emma. “She is dark blue with some white spots, like me!”

Leon looked left, and slowly looked around to his right. “Ah ha!” he said. “There she is!” He had spotted a big blue and white dragon hurrying down the path not far away. “I’ll get your mother’s attention with a signal.”

Taking a big, deep breath and stretching his wings back with all of his strength, Leon swallowed a mighty tickle and WHOOSH! He made a big, long line of green fire through the air. His flame was so big that it knocked him over backwards and he fell off of his branch and tumbled towards the ground.

Leon tried to flap his wings, but they were still tired from getting up into the tree, and he had lost his balance too much to catch himself.

“Oh no!” shouted Emma. “Leon!”

Just as Leon was about to hit the ground, a strong pair of wings swung underneath him and caught him. Emma’s mother lowered Leon gently to the forest floor.

“Phew!” said Leon. “You saved me!”

“You shouldn’t fly so high!” said Emma’s mother. “Your wings haven’t grown big enough yet.”

“I won’t,” promised Leon. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. And thank you for finding Emma and showing me where she was with your fire. That was a smart way to get my attention, even if it did make you fall!”

Leon beamed with pride.

“Now come along, Emma. We still have to get you to Doctor Gon’s clinic. Leon, can you find your way back home from here?”

Leon nodded.

“Mother,” said Emma, “can we go visit Leon’s village some time? I want to see more dragons that breathe fire!”

“Maybe,” said her mother, “but not until you’re well again.”

“Okay,” said Emma. “Goodbye, Leon. See you again soon, I hope!”

Leon waved goodbye and made his way back home, humming a happy tune and being careful not to yell the last word too loud.


Plush figures by Tally Heilke, available through her Etsy store.

The Fuzzy Bear and the Buzzy Bee

I wrote Larissa a story over Facebook chat. Naturally, I wanted to share it with the rest of the world. It is such a happy little tale!


The Fuzzy Bear and the Buzzy Bee

Once upon a time a fuzzy bear was balancing on a tight rope, and a buzzy bee was watching him.

The buzzy bee said, “That is so silly, you silly bear! What good is it to balance when you can fly?”

“But I can’t fly,” said the fuzzy bear. “I don’t have wings, like you. I only have fuzzy hair, so balancing on this tight rope is the best I can do.”

“Well I feel very sorry for you,” said the buzzy bee, and he flew in a triple upside-down loop-around pattern to show that he meant it.

The fuzzy bear was so impressed with how good the buzzy bee was at flying that he clapped his hands in delight, but the movement made him lose his balance and he tumbled to the ground, PLOMP!

“Oh no!” said the buzzy bee. “That was all my fault. Now I am even more extra sorry!”

“It’s okay,” said the fuzzy bear. “I am so fuzzy and so roly-poly that I hardly felt it all.”

“That must be nice,” said the buzzy bee. “When I fall down it always hurts a lot! That’s why I fly all the time. I’m scared of the ground!”

“You must get very tired if you have to fly so much and never touch the ground.”

“Yes, I do, but I would rather be tired from flying than be sore from landing on the hard ground and hurting myself.”

“I know!” said the fuzzy bear. “If you need a rest, why don’t you land on top of my fuzzy head? I am very soft, and it won’t hurt you at all.”

“Okay!” agreed the buzzy bee. It carefully, gently, slowly buzzed down to where the fuzzy bear was sitting and landed on the bear’s head. “Aaaahh… It is so nice to have a rest,” it said.

The fuzzy bear was so soft that the buzzy bee fell right to sleep. Not wanting to disturb the bee, the fuzzy bear decided to have a nap, too. After all, he could practice on his tight rope any time he wanted, but it wasn’t every day that he got a chance to make a new friend.