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A long time ago, near a village called Buttery Glen, there lived a dragon. He was the color of midnight. He was huge and covered in sharp, pointy teeth The fire he breathed could light up the night sky.

He lived in a nest high above the village in an old, dead tree.

Everyone in Buttery Glen was scared of the dragon...everyone but one brave little girl.

Roses the hero wanted to be a hero. She was strong and brave and unafraid.

Sure, the dragon breathed fire. But there were people with dirty breath. And sure, the Dragon looked scary. But there were dogs in the village with scary faces.

One day, the dragon had come down from his nest and was hiding in the cornfields.

Everyone ran to escape the dragon. Everyone except for Roses the hero.

Armed with her homemade sword, helmet and shield, Roses the hero ran to the dragon.

When she spotted the dragon, Roses the hero snuck up behind him.

“Excuse me!” Roses the hero yelled. The dragon roared. He lowered his head to her level. Roses the hero felt the dragon’s hot breath on her face.

“I’m Roses the hero,” she said. “I’ve come to tell you to go away. You’re scaring everybody.”

The dragon’s breaths. Huff! Huff! Huff! It looked like the dragon’s fire was about to blow! Roses the hero was about to Attack the dragon. But instead of fire coming out his mouth, tears began pouring down the dragon’s say

“I’m so lonely. Nobody likes me,” the dragon said.

“Why should anyone like you?” Roses the hero replied. “You burned down the castle.”

“I didn’t burn down the castle,” the dragon said. “It was struck by lightning. I would never do that.”

. We’ve got to fix this. What are you good at?”

“Breathing fire,” replied the dragon Well, let’s see it,” ordered Roses the hero.

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