One day not so long ago there lived a lonely old fire dragon. He spent most of his days flying around his castle he wanted a friend. One particular day he stopped suddenly in his tracks. He had found a little baby bird with a broken wing. The Dragon softly whispered " do you need any help?''.
The baby bird said ,'' yes, please''.
"Then hop on my back", said the dragon," were going to my castle I will be your foster parent.
The bird grew and grew soon it was as big a house. The bird was not really a bird it was not a bird it was dragon . The 2 dragons where pink , red and glittery . The baby dragon soon was breathing fire . He burnt down houses and killed people. When she was so BIG the dragon's mother sadly said, " you need to pack up and move,''. The little dragon was really, really sad, she did not want to move. So she packed up and moved she walked up a hilland began crying !!!
This is a great narrative. Although what is the dragon going to do next?? Every narrative should have an ending.
ReplyDeleteMr Thurlow