The Boy Who Befriended a Dragon

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…Mom yelped and took a step back, her hand flying to her mouth. Dad, for once, was speechless. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. There, in my dragon-themed bedroom, sat a real, live, baby dragon. He was about the size of a large cat, with shimmering emerald scales, tiny bat-like wings, and eyes that sparkled with mischief and intelligence. And a faint wisp of smoke was still trailing from his nostrils. I held my breath, waiting for the screams. Waiting for the panic. But instead, Dad slowly, very slowly, reached out a hand. “Well, I’ll be,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “A dragon.”