Oh, gumdrops! There’s dragons everywhere. The first one wasn’t a carved dragon. An’ it’s kinda big. But it was just a head. I hadda watch it carefully, makin’ sure it wasn’t gonna hurt anybody (cuz everybody was there: me, Cooper, Amalyn, Pinkly, Smidge, Pip, an’ Voir, as well as Grammy Happy an’ Aunty Glenda an’ Wizzy an’ Bean an’ lotsa other folk)
I wasn’t quite sure what to think. It coulda been a mean dragon. But it’s hard for a dragon that’s only a head to do much damage. So it was ok just to keep an eye on it.
At least for a li’l bit. Good thing, too, cuz I forgot my sword back atta cabin. But it was just first day, so the dragons couldn’t do much anyway. An’ they’re just babies. Baby dragons can kinda nibble a bit, but they’re too little for breathin’ flames an’ causin’ chaos.
But Smidgie took a tumble on alla wood chips from carvin’. She needed a bit of rescuin’.
By day’s end, the li’l dragons were startin’ to take shape. It’s kinda cute. I don’t think it’s dangerous yet either, so that’s good.