My Fairy Dragon
I was reading Dragon a book, like to children, you should always do.
Yes, it was about a fairy princess and the dust she scattered everywhere, too.
Apparently it added magic, wherever she scattered it, as along, she did go.
Dragon wanted his magic, Right Now! For the fun, he too, could also know.
So we went next door, to our neighbor witch, an authority on magic’s glow.
She said, fairies live in the forest near lots of flowers, wouldn’t you know?
In fact she said there were a lot of magical animals in her yard, here to find.
Only, they are very shy! Some how, I knew we were being set up, at this time…
Especially, when she said, they like to hide… for she does like, her practical jokes.
Ah! Here was the witch’s price, but a practical joke on Dragon’s, not wise to evoke.
But Dragon started clumping thru all her flowers, until he started to, loudly scream.
By pixies he’d been had! As the witch was watching… all smiles and all abeam…
The pixies didn’t like Dragon for they’d once lived in our Roses. Yep, you guessed!
Dodging Dragon’s many Poo’s, with causalities rising! They’d been forced to divest.
But I had to help Dragon, so brought a garden hose to full bare! Again, you guessed!
Part of them left to attack me, instead! We were being soundly pixied, by the best!
But amid the cries of mega pain… We heard a very small authoritative voice, to say.
‘Hold your attack, pixies! The King of Fairy commands you to stay for this day!’
Then he sprinkled us with fairy dust, just enough to take the horrible pain, go away.
Dragon was about to get even with the witch! Now, THAT would have been bad, I say!
The King of Fairy stopped that, too, with more dust. It Must Be Really, Great Stuff!
He chided Dragon’s behavior: for destroying the pixie homes, he needed to grow up!
He explained, he’d be watching to judge when Dragon had earned his magic, you see.
As the Fairy King, he’d be the one to awaken Dragon’s great magic, for all eternity.
Wow! Fairy books had never said, anything like that before! I’d missed a lot for sure!
The King offered me his library, to help learn what I’ll need to know, of Dragon Lore.
He dusted Dragon with a touch more dust, so he could fly straight, and miss the trees.
He was getting tired of dodging Dragons near misses, with every touch of a new breeze.
After the King went away… I was left with Dragon’s fixation on that crazy dust.
He started stealing my vacuum bags… and sprinkling the stuff, like the finest artist…
Oh well! That’s my dragon… Quite obviously his 2-year-old imagination was at play!
After all, the King DID make Dragon an honorary fairy. So what can I say? Not much!
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
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