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

Everyone in Blanket land was scared of the dragon...everyone but one precocious girl.

Sydney wanted to be a Coder, Ballet dancer, and a painter. She was strong and brave and afraid.

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 Sydney.

Armed with her homemade Blanket, Pillow and shield, Sydney ran through the deserted village toward the cornfield. 

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

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

“I’m Sydney,” she said. “I’ve come to tell you to Please leave us alone. You’re scaring everybody.”

“Why Doesn't anyone like you?” Sydney replied."Well, people say 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.”

“I know right!” Sydney said. “Sounds like you’re misunderstood. We’ve got to fix this. What are you good at?”

“Breathing fire,” replied the dragon.

“Well, let’s see it,” ordered Sydney.