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His mouth is open showing his sharp teeth while his eyes are looking at the moon.

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

Charlotte Winter wanted to be a knight. She was strong and brave and unafraid.

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 Charlotte Winter.

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

When she spotted the dragon, Charlotte Winter snuck up behind him.

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

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

The dragon’s breaths quickened. Huff! Huff! Huff! It looked like the dragon’s fire was about to blow! Charlotte Winter

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?” Charlotte Winter 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,” Charlotte Winter 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 Charlotte Winter.

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