Butterfly Fan Dragon

Find some common ground if you are fearful, my mother said. Why wouldn’t I be scared? This is a dragon with an enormous head. I tiptoed up cautiously and asked him if he liked to play games. He threw back his head and breathed red and orange fire in flames. I was terrified, and I guess he know by my wide-eyed look. Come closer, he told me. I have a monarch butterfly book. A butterfly flew up and perched sassily on his knee. I had rather good time then, though we watched no TV. I love Luna moths, bunnies, and cardinals too, the dragon told me. I recognized as he talked that he had a sweet and soft personality. We became friends, and I named him Butterfly Fan. He loved it and said “Yes! I am the Man!”