The Boy Who Befriended a Dragon

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…That night, I barely slept. I kept thinking about Sparky, about his scales, his smoke puffs, his love for cheese puffs. I was Leo, the boy who loved dragons, and now, I was Leo, the boy who had a dragon. My secret was safe, for now. But a tiny, nagging worry started to tickle the back of my mind. How long could I really keep a whole dragon, even a baby one, a secret? Especially one that occasionally breathed fire… or, well, smoke. The thought made me shiver, not from fear, but from the sheer, exhilarating, terrifying thrill of it all. My adventure had just begun.