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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!”

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Date: 1/24/2022 4:21:00 PM
Yep. Sounds like he was "de man." Such a dragon makes a wonderful friend. I'll be Trixie is a friend of his, too.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/25/2022 1:09:00 AM
Trixie invented him, so of course Hank, of course!