A long time ago, near a village called Mississauga, there lived a dragon. He was the colour 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 nest high above the village in an old, dead tree. 

Everyone in Mississauga was scared of the dragon... everyone but one brave girl.

Sofia 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 Sofia.

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

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

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

“I’m Sofia,” 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! Sofia 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?” Sofia 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,” Sofia 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 Sofia.