It was a pretty mornin’! I took a little jump inna leaf pile too. It smelled all woodsy an’ musky an’ sorta damp. Loads of fun! Great way to start a day. Everybody outta try it some.
When we got inna carving room, we found the green dragon head grew itself inna whole big dragon, with wings an’ everything. I’ve been watchin’ the head since the class started, but to see it now with legs an’ wings an’ everything…I’m not so sure it’s really safe.
I mean, it says it’s safe. But what monster doesn’t say that, if it gets a chance? Sayin’ that would make it loads easier to eat things like little friends! If a dragon walks up to you an’ says it’s a nice, safe dragon, an’ you listen to it, it’s gonna be really easy for the dragon to eat you up, cuz you won’t be ready to fight back.
(I’ve thought about this a lot)
But Pip said she really wanted to talk to the dragon, an’ the dragon said it was ok. Again. Ugh! I hadda think bout it a bit. So I leaned up close to the dragon an’ he an’ me had a bit of a talk…
I told him, real clear, that he better behave an’ be a good dragon an’ not hurt anybody, cuz I had a sharp sword an’ wasn’t afraid to use it. Then I told him bout the other dragon head that seemed like trouble earlier this week, an’ how I dealt with it…
But the dragon agreed, sayin’ again it was a good, nice dragon, an’ I relented an’ Pip hopped up onna dragon’s back. I had a teeny tiny panicky heart attack, but I got over it. The dragon was very nice, an’ he didn’t snarl or flare or fly or bite or nothin’. Phew. Pip was awful cute, though, an’ most brave! Go Pip go! (an’ thanks, dragon. Sorry I didn’t much trust you).
The day went on with carvin’ an’ things. Knives came out. Chips were flyin’. Dragons were bein’ born! Bit by bit, sorta. I gotta say, I guess I didn’ know quite how this was gonna happen. I thought maybe they’d be a bit more like the green dragon: kinda full-sprung after a li’l bit. The teachers’ dragon is more whole-ish sometimes. It pulled itself all together today cuz of the green dragon, I think. They were cute, goin’ nose to nose like they did.
The other li’l dragon babies are still comin’ along. They’re openin’ their eyes an’ blinkin’ bits. They aren’t born outta eggs, like most dragon babies (my monster books say they’re born outta big eggs, like snakes an’ lizards), but I guess that’s cuz they’re wood dragon babies bein’ born outta blocks? They’re sorta cute. Even real dragons are neat an’ cool an’ all. Just…dangerous, too.
Pip got in some work today. She’s been wantin’ to earn a nursin’ degree, like Smidge an’ Voir have, cuz Aunty Glenda sometimes needs lots of doctorin’ help. So today, when carvers cut themselves an’ bled, Pip hopped up an’ assessed their wounds an’ applied first aid an’ stuff. Grammy Happy an Aunty Glenda both needed tendin’ to, an she was right there, sayin’ smart stuff like “Apply pressure” an’ “Elevate the wound” an’ “Let’s affix a bandaid” an’ “There, there. It’s going to be all right.” She didn’t even get faint at the blood or nothin’!
After alla carvin’ an’ such, we came back to the cabin. Pinkly’s been sorta super sad lately, with Smidge gone off with Voir an’ all, an’ lately Cooper’s been tryin’ cheer her up some. This afternoon, tho…I dunno what was goin’ on. He got down in front of her chair an’ was sayin’ somethin’ to her. I couldn’t hear what he was sayin’. Neither could Amalynn. But she an’ me sure watched them!
Who knows what that was all about?
More dragons tomorrow!