I am a farmer and people in town say there is a dragon that lives where my land is. They said he ate people. I was afraid and one day I met a boy. His left leg was gone. He said that the dragon had bitten it off. I was more afraid. I thought the dragon was mean.
The next morning I saw a cave. I got my weed-whacker and went in. I saw a big red dragon. I ran out of the cave. I was so frightened. The people in town were right.
I wouldn’t go outside, but one day I had to. My crop was dying and I went to my field. I saw the cave and I went in again. There was nothing inside. I looked everywhere and then I found him. He was behind a ledge. He wouldn’t eat me. I didn’t know why.
Then he gave a lonesome roar. I didn’t know why he gave that lonesome cry. He didn’t want to eat me. I didn’t like this, because I thought he would slash me apart. But he didn’t I guessed he wanted a friend. I felt bad for him.