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

He lived in a cave high above the village, and every night he would howl a long mournful terifing growl.

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

Margarita wanted to be a knight. She was strong and brave and very over confidant.

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

Armed with her homemade sword, helmet and shield, Margarita ran through the deserted village toward the cornfield.

When she spotted the dragon, Margarita snuck up behind him.

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

“I’m Margarita,” she said. “I’ve come to tell you to go away. You’re terrifing everybody!”

The dragon’s breaths quickened. Huff! Huff! Huff! It looked like the dragon’s fire was about to blow! Margarita braced herself. But instead of fire coming out his mouth, tears began pouring down the dragon’s snout.

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

“Why should anyone like you?” Margarita 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.”

“Wow,” Margarita said. “Sounds like you’re the victim of a smear campaign. We’ve got to fix this. What are you good at?”

“Breathing fire,” replied the dragon.

“Well, let’s see it,” ordered Margarita.

The dragon inhaled deeply and let out the biggest fire breath he could muster.

“Look out for the corn!” Margarita yelled. But it was too late. The dragon’s fire shot out through the stalks and the field was ablaze.

Suddenly, the air filled with the sound of pops. Thousands and thousands of popcorn kernels jumped up into the sky and fell back down again as fluffy white popcorn.