By 5th Grade Students at Regnart Elementary
November 2013
The dragon guarded his cave. Pegasus watched. She wondered what the dragon guarded. She knew this dragon from before, but they had never been formally introduced.
The dragon was huge and shiny black. He had two thin, short horns on the top of his head, bumps down his back, and spikes all over his long tail. The dragon’s wings were much bigger than Pegasus’s, and they were webbed, unlike the beautiful feathers that she had on her wings.
Pegasus remembered how warty and rough the dragon felt when she touched him the last time with her hooves. The dragon was breathing fire, which was pink and smelled like cinnamon. Pegasus wrinkled her muzzle. She hated the smell of cinnamon. However, the dragon also smelled like frogs, and that was a lovely scent.
The dragon’s fire sizzled and crackled, and the dragon was constantly snorting. Pegasus let out a giant burp. It was lovely. She felt it all the way down to her stomach.
Pegasus realized that the dragon was breathing fire so that he could make some sort of food. It looked like a gooey, melty, brown sandwich. Once the dragon had torched the item, he stopped breathing fire temporarily and popped the food into his mouth.
Pegasus flared her nostrils. She recognized chocolate in the strange gooey sandwich, and she hated the taste of chocolate. It tasted just like ashes. Yech.
Pegasus could tell that the dragon knew she was there. However, he wasn’t acting as if she was a threat. But that could change. It was obvious that the dragon was guarding something. She really wanted to know what that something was.
She put her plan in action. First, she snuck over to the pile of weird, gooey sandwiches, and she picked up one with her mouth. It was so gross. She tried not to swallow any. She flung it using her neck and her teeth, and the dragon saw the weird, gooey thing fly through the air. The dragon leapt toward it. While he was distracted, she galloped into the cave.
She had very good night vision so she could see clearly in the dark cave. The first thing she saw was a very large security vault.
Hmmm. What could be in the vault? Maybe it was more weird, gooey sandwiches. Or it could be dragon eggs.
She had to know. She ran at the vault and rammed it with her head. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground, dizzy and aching.
“Oh no,” she thought. “What if I have a concussion?”
She dragged herself back up to her hoofs. She reached behind with her teeth and opened her saddlebag. Inside, she found Greek fire. She knew the Greek fire could not be put out with water. She activated the Greek fire and threw it near the vault. The vault lit up with flame.
Just then the dragon rushed in. He saw the green flames consuming the vault and rushed for a huge bucket of water. He threw the bucket of water at the vault, but to no avail. The fire continued.
“Wow,” thought Pegasus, “This is awesome that the dragon’s vault is on fire!”
The fire continued unabated. Pegasus could tell that the dragon was really upset. He screamed at the top of his lungs. Then he blew his own fire on the Greek fire, making it even worse.
Pegasus thought that the dragon must have hoped that he could fight fire with fire, but that wasn’t how Greek fire worked.
Suddenly, just as Pegasus had hoped, the security vault exploded! Yeah! Wow, there was gold in the security vault—lots and lots of gold. But then the gold blew up too and turned into a fine dust. Pegasus couldn’t even tell it was gold anymore. It was a dark ash.
The dragon started to yell at Pegasus. He said words that Pegasus had never heard before. He was obviously beside himself.
Then the dragon suddenly rushed at her. Pegasus was shocked. She froze. She had not expected him to charge.
The dragon clawed at her and breathed pink flame and slapped her silly with his wings. She fought back with her hoofs, and she threw more Greek fire. She wished that his pink flame didn’t smell like cinnamon. It was making her sick.
All of a sudden, a flaming phoenix rose from the golden ash. The phoenix threw Greek fire at Pegasus.
“Oh no!” Pegasus thought as she dodged it. She kept dodging and dodging, but she was getting tired. She still wondered if she had a concussion. She couldn’t keep fighting both a phoenix and a dragon.
She turned rump and flew away as fast as she could. She managed to leave the cave and make it to a small grove of trees where she hid in the highest branches. She hoped that she was safe.
Suddenly the trees burst into flame. Oh no! They must have followed and were torching the forest.
She flew up in the air. When she looked down, she saw that the entire grove was destroyed, and the dragon and phoenix were hovering nearby.
She hated that the grove of trees was destroyed. She pulled out a bag of magic pebbles from her saddlebag. These were the antidote to the Greek fire. She hated to use them because of their cinnamon smell, but she had to save the forest. She tossed them with her teeth onto the forest, and with a huge explosion and a lot of cinnamon ashes, the forest poofed back to life.
The dragon yelled, “Wow—that is so cool.”
And the phoenix said to the Pegasus, “You are awesome. I think we should be friends.”
The dragon said, “I would love to have some of those pebbles.”
The Pegasus said, “Sure. I would love to be friends, and I would be happy to share my pebbles.”
They all became fast friends and flew off into the sunset. Forever, the little forest grove smelled of cinnamon, which meant that Pegasus never returned to it.
The End.
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