A Story for Little Dreamers VIOLET AND THE LOST BABY DRAGON
WHERE THE TREES TWINKLED AND THE FLOWERS GLOWED, LIVED A KIND AND CURIOUS FAIRY NAMED VIOLET. SHE HAD SHIMMERING WINGS AND A HOME INSIDE A PINK ENCHANTED MUSHROOM.
FRIENDS, BLOSSOM AND BUTTERCUP, FLUTTERED THROUGH THE WOODS, PLAYING AMONG THE GIGGLING BROOK.
THE SUN-KISSED FOREST, THEY HEARD A TINY SNIFFLE. "DID YOU HEAR THAT?" VIOLET WHISPERED.
SOMETHING SMALL AND PINK CURLED UP IN A BED OF SOFT MOSS. IT HAD TWINKLING SCALES AND BIG, TEARY EYES. "OH MY FAIRY WINGS! IT’S A BABY DRAGON!" GASPED BLOSSOM. "I’M LOST..." THE BABY DRAGON SNIFFLED.
BUTTERCUP ASKED SOFTLY. THE BABY DRAGON WIPED HER SPARKLY TEARS AND SAID, "MY NAME IS PETAL." "THAT’S A BEAUTIFUL NAME!" VIOLET SMILED. "DON’T WORRY, PETAL. WE’LL HELP YOU FIND YOUR MAMA!"
ON A MAGICAL JOURNEY THROUGH THE FOREST. FIRST, THEY FLUTTERED THROUGH THE GLOWING FLOWER MEADOW, WHERE THE PETALS SANG SOFT LULLABIES WHEN THE WIND PASSED THROUGH THEM.
BUT PETAL SHOOK HER HEAD. NO MAMA DRAGON—JUST FIELDS OF TWINKLING BLOSSOMS.
MUSHROOM CAP SWAMP, WHERE MUSHROOMS GLOWED IN EVERY COLOR AND TINY FIREFLIES DANCED ABOVE THE WATER. "MAYBE YOUR MAMA IS HERE?" BLOSSOM CALLED. BUT PETAL SHOOK HER HEAD AGAIN.
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