Dragon Mail

I have less than a week now to finish all of the artwork for The Lost Words. It’s been a long, hard, intense period of work. When I have finished I am going to go on holiday for a week, far far away.

In the meantime, over the last few months, around about once, sometimes twice a week, I have been contacted by teachers who have been working with Tell Me a Dragon. All of them, without exception, have said that the book has drawn the most remarkable work out from their students. To hear this as I struggle to the end of a book is wonderful. A book on a shelf is a sleeping creature. A book in the hands of a teacher brings it to life and into the hearts and minds of so many.

Tell Me a Dragon was written as a result of learning about teaching at a time when I was going into schools on a regular basis. I needed a book that I could work with across all ranges of age, as when I worked in a school I would work with everyone, if I could.  Below are some of the images sent to me recently from Year 2 at Paddle Primary Academy in Cumbria. I love their words and their images, and seeing this now when I am on the last leg of The Lost Words is such perfect timing.


And I love this, from Max, an audio-file of his dragon.

The book, which is now ten years old, has continued to sell, increasing sales year on year. Pie corbett produced teachers notes for it. It stayed in hardback. So when Quarto suggested that it was time to paperback the book I asked if we could update the hardback, to run alongside it, adding new pages with notes about dragons and other things. The result is a wonderful new hardback edition, produced on beautiful paper. Tell Me a Dragon, now with added dragons.

It has a different cover under its jacket.

It has a new, guardian dragon.

It has field notes about the lives and habits of dragons.

So, to celebrate finishing The Lost Words I will be giving away three copies of Tell Me a Dragon, with postcards.

All you have to do to be in with a chance of winning a signed copy is to leave a comment on this blog, below this post, telling me what, if you had a dragon, your dragon would be like. I will pick three winners from the comments and contact them for info. You can keep the book or have it sent to a school, a library or a teacher or friend. Just tell me about your dragon. Now and again I will pick out someone to send a postcard to, because I like snail mail.

Please share if you can, on twitter, facebook and blogs and let schools know, incase they want to send in comments. And thank you, all the 40 000 people who so far have wandered into its realms ( more if you include all those who have borrowed the book from their libraries)

So, now you tell me about your dragon.

( Signed copies of this and all my other books in print are available from Solva Woollen mill)



About Jackie

I am an artist and writer. I live in a small house by the sea in Wales where I write, paint, walk and watch and dream of bears and whales. I love to read, have a wish for wings and prefer the company of animals to that of humans, though at times I can be quite friendly. I am learning how to work with wood engraving tools and hoping to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks.
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54 Responses to Dragon Mail

  1. Julia hancock says:

    I am a headteacher and my dragon would fiercely protect the imaginations of everyone in my school. It would carry us to worlds where we could face challenges and find our strengths and then soothe us in seas of gentle calm to give us time to breathe in waves of kindness and empathy.
    Our dragon would lay eggs of
    Potential to finally hatch dragonlets to inspire every child to chase their dreams
    Over the horizon.

  2. Nia Wyn Jones says:

    My Dragon, is mysterious and hides in unexpected places, when she makes a brief appearance it feels like a trick of the light. My Dragon sings the songs of the wind in a blue sky, the songs of the flowing river on her way to the sea and the songs of the earth protecting her bedazzling, jewelelled and golden hoard. My Dragon is a friend for all seasons and occasions and she whispers her secrets to me, spinning them into a cloak that wraps around me providing comfort and peace.

  3. Corchfalas says:

    My dragon would come with the smell of trenching rain and the soft growl of nearing thunder.
    His deep blue feathered wings would bring hope to dry deserts waiting for rain.
    His green and gold eyes, old and wise, would wait and see the forgotten seeds start to grow. There would be no more war because of lack of water and food, he knows.

  4. Stuart Hill says:

    If I had a dragon I would climb on its back and fly off to visit some of the more ‘problematical’ politicians in the world. I mention no names, they live in both the east and in the west. I’d then tell them how the many sensible people in this world disapprove of the way they’re behaving, while my dragon glared at them unblinkingly and rumbled quietly to itself. Hopefully they’d then see that discriminating against people simply because of their religion, their sexuality, their nationality and their colour isn’t very sensible at all, and that invading other peoples’ countries is just not acceptable. I’d point out that dragons really didn’t approve of that sort of behaviour and that they might get angry with politicians who thought they could do what they like without a thought for anyone else.

  5. Bernie Bell says:

    How do you know I don’t have a dragon? Or , does the dragon, have me?
    Yes, a book on a shelf is a sleeping creature – a sleeping dragon.
    To receive all those contacts from teachers about something which you produced and sent out into the world must be wonderful for you, Jackie. And…as you say yourself – good timing – when you’re feeling a bit weary with work and maybe a bit overwhelmed with the deadline- to be reminded of what happens when you produce these books and art-works – very good timing.
    I’m now tapping my claws for ‘The Lost Words’ to appear.
    Bear claws, not dragon claws. But we inhabit the same cave, quite happily.
    And now to send this link out to other dragony folk………….

  6. Lizzie says:

    Dear Jackie,

    I thought I would tell you about my dragon because I am currently trying to make one of my own 🙂
    Without being boring, I am finding 2017 quite hard and feeling quite vulnerable, especially when I find myself in crowded places or faced with people I don’t know very well. From experience, I know that usually going among people is the key to feeling better so I am trying to brave it out. But as I need a little more courage right now, I am trying to draft a pattern to make a dragon scarf that I can wear out and about to help me feel a little bit braver.
    Therefore my dragon is long and thin and undulating and will have scales that are unusually soft and she will be beautifully warm. I’m trying to plan the pattern out so the head part can rest somewhere under my ear to whisper encouragements. I think she’s going to end up as a dragon hybrid, with the curvy flowingness of an Oriental dragon and the facial characteristics of a Norse dragon, because I’ve been reading an awful lot of Norse related things recently!
    I would be thrilled to bits if I won, but would actually be really really excited to win the postcard, because little postal communications are so appreciated when you feel isolated.
    Thank you for posting this competition! And I simply cannot wait for The Lost Words to be published! Enjoy your well deserved holiday!!
    Lizzie x

    • Jackie says:

      I used to have a bear, maybe I still do.Small as a thimble in my pocket, but when I needed her to be, huge as an elephant and walking beside me, behind me, wherever I needed.

      • Lizzie says:

        Hello Jackie!
        I love this. And it’s funny how you said “maybe I still do”, over the years I have had a few little talismans – a tiger carved from red jasper, a special pair of earrings, a hummingbird necklace – that I have carried about with me and ghen have mysteriously been unable to lay hands on anymore. Do you rhink they get too full up and need to retire gracefully? I wonder where they all go.
        The postcard tou sent arrived this morning, it is beautiful and such a kind thought, I so appreciated it. Hope you have a lovely day today!

    • Bernie Bell says:

      Just to say “Hello” Lizzie.
      You already have your dragon – right there with you, like Jackie’s bear – sometimes seen, sometimes not seen, sometimes tiny, sometimes fills the world. The scarf will be a tangible expression of your dragon – I can see your scarf now, flowing. Go with the flow my dear, and may your dragon go with you.
      Please don’t feel isolated.
      Sometimes, isolation is needed, sometimes company is needed, balancing the two can be a trixy business, but good when it works out.
      I also sometimes feel over-whelmed when among people – so, before I go out, I picture a veil of white light flowing over me, and a spiral of white light flowing round me – not to block the world, but just to help me and filter it all a bit. I’m an old hippie – this might not be your way, but I’m telling you of it, because something similar might help? Some kind of concious preparation, without fear, for going out into the world.
      Here’s something by Michael Leunig………

      “Come sit down beside me
      I said to myself
      And although it doesn’t make sense
      I held my own hand
      As a small sign of trust
      And together I sat on the fence”.

      So, maybe hold your own hand? In the knowledge that many would hold your hand, too, if they were there with you – and your dragon will be doing so – taking care with her claws, of course.

      Sending you all good wishes, all good things……………..

      • Lizzie says:

        hello Bernie!

        thank you so much for your kind words! I’m sorry I didn’t see them until today. You are right; it is about balance, and I love the idea of holding your own hand – I have physically done that at extremely anxious times! I think sometimes it can be about being your own parent too, and remembering which little things help and then actually doing them! We can so often be our own worst enemies.
        I like the idea of visualising the light. And that would very much be my way. I think give too much of that protective energy to other people and myabe need to turn it inwards for a bit. Parenting again 🙂
        Hope you are having a lovely Monday and thank you again for commenting!


  7. Jane says:

    My dragon would be like my beautiful dog with wings.

  8. Rachel Thomas says:

    My Dragon would come to my aid when Im in dire need of guidance. Im recovering (slowly) from Depression and Anxiety but sometimes it likes to rear its ugly head. Its at these times that I picture a Dragon swooping in ready for me to take flight and forget all of lifes problems just for a brief few moment in time. We would retreat to my homeland of Wales, to the very peak of Snowdon and beyond the Mountain ranges of Snowdonia. Its here where I would feel safe and at peace within myself.

    She would be green and sleek with wings like a dragonfly which when catching the suns rays make for a fantastic spectical. She would be strong and full of courage, must like how I portray myself to everyone each day in public, yet her appearance, particulary her wings, look fragile….representing how I sometimes feel when all hope seems lost.

    • Bernie Bell says:

      Yes, that’s what we do. People see us and think we’re so strong.
      Sometimes I feel like I’m a terrible old fraud- playing a part. But – what else is there to do? We get on with it – stay alive – keep on keeping on.
      We are strong, or we wouldn’t manage this stuff, at all!

  9. Ann Simon says:

    My Dragon is a library dragon with both printed paper and illuminated vellum scales, and gold stamped leathery wings. She can tell you where all the treasures of the library can be found, and all the softest chairs in quiet nooks. She flies bundles of books to those who cannot visit, and will provide a slightly warm glow to read by if the power is out.

  10. Shelagh Fryer says:

    I have a Dragon given to me as a present from my Daughter and her Family for Christmas. Before anyone gets the wrong idea, I was asked what I would like. He cheers me up. (Photo can be added if required)

  11. Freya says:

    My dragon is deep, burnished copper and liquid, shining, golden eyes. My dragon has smooth scales, warm and soft-seeming to touch, but armour-tough and strong. My dragon is a fierce protector and a fun and gentle friend, guiding and gamboling. My dragon has rumbling purrs which heal the hurt and help the green things grow. My dragon shines in the sky yet is shy, does not bugle its presence, but is all the dragon I’ll ever need.

  12. Carolyn Sigman says:

    My dragon is very protective of me. She is strong and beautiful, and we have many wonderful adventures together. We travel to far away places, and some places that don’t exist on physical earth. She gives me advice sometimes, but I don’t always take it. She helps me remember that not everything is only the day-to-day reality that most people see.

  13. Cathy Smith says:

    My dragon is my 4 year old boy. Everyday he makes me laugh, makes my heart grow and inspires me. He is often seen raising his wings and flying off around the house. He guards his treasure and looks after his mama. Best dragon in the world

  14. Leslie says:

    My dragon is very small and lives mostly in my head but sometimes she crouched just behind my right ear, hidden in my hair. She’said autumn colored and her scales are smooth and pliable.
    Her purpose is to give me the courage to speak up when I see wrong being done. Or right not being done when it should be. Between the two of us we are trying to make the world a bit better in very small increments.

  15. Gabriella Bild Jensen-Sondrup says:

    After borrowing your book at the library, my two children wanted a dragon of their own. So, at night, the next couple of weeks, I stayed up late, creating two dragon siblings for my son and daughter. That was three years ago now. The two dragons still sleep in my children’s beds, for protection. My own dragon still lives inside of me, just waiting to be created and born. And beside it waits a little baby, coming out in May. Of course my new born has to get a dragon of it’s own. Just as beautiful as the other two dragons…

  16. My Dragon is bejeweled, the gems are like small fires, each one a wish he carries for all the children. The wish jewels burn until the wish comes true. Then it becomes a small beautiful scar. These wish scars tell the story of all that has come true for the children, and what they went through to make that wish come true. He reminds us all that we too will have a life of fire-lit gems, beautiful scars and wishes.

  17. My dragon is a mesmerising, metallic teal dragon that fiercely guards the Library of Knowledge. Copies of all the books ever written and all the beautiful art ever created is safely stored and protected by this magnificent beast. Her serpentine tail wraps completely around the Library to stop entry to all but the Librarian, who is tasked with cataloguing all these precious items. Shayla, the dragon, is immortal and has a soft spot for chocolate, but she refuses to be bribed and will only accept chocolate from the Librarian, whom she trusts. We make a formidable team, don’t we.

  18. faith says:

    my current dragon would be in the form of a small fuzzy rabbit who belonged to my grandson. she died yesterday and I see her with wings sitting in the lap of Saint Melangell.

  19. Lisa igo says:

    My Dragon…
    SNEW is her name, formed from the letters of the 4 compass points, as she is made up of things from every corner of this World.

    She is the elements combined… Fire, water, earth and air plus imagination.

    She is as silent as an owl hunting in a snowy wilderness, but when pushed or provoked, roars with the heart of a lion wolf.

    Her copper skin which, with age, travel, adventure has weathered to shimmering shades of verdigris.

    She has white tattoos which act as a reminder of overcoming trials, tribulations and also to celebrate turning points, milestones and successes.

    She has many tales to tell and her onomatopoeic name is also the sound of the release of a sigh as we settle to listen to her story by a fire under a starlit sky.

    PS My copy was left at a pottery session where we read your book and made dragons. I hope it has a lovely new home.

  20. Susan W Chartier says:

    I am not fortunate enough to have a dragon of my own but would very much like to meet some of the dragons mentioned in the replies and in this new book. I will have to content myself with birds and bees and butterflies. I will try not to mind, too much.

  21. Charlotte Treloar says:

    My dragon would be large and would live in a cave full of jewels. He would have sparkly aquamarine eyes, with a black handlebar moustache. He would have multicoloured scales, with random rubies, emeralds and sapphires. He has rings like Saturn facing the sky. He would play the recorder and the baritone horn, and also the ukelele. My dragon flies through the clouds without getting wet. My dragon would have gold all around his cave and pure silver and pearls. He is friendly unless anyone touches his pearls. His walls are covered in prices for sandcastle building and surfing competitions. His name is Bob.

    From Charlotte, aged 10

  22. The Grimm & Co dragon is extremely tall,
    He guards the doors and plays with a ball.
    He watches over our little apothecary,
    Saying ‘ey up to every visiting fairy.
    He welcomes the children through the secret door,
    And watches them write their stories with awe.
    He likes it when he sees the children smile,
    And he snoozes and snores as they file
    Down the beanstalk, screaming with joy.
    Every single girl and boy!
    (And the odd teacher too)
    He taps his claws while they look for a book,
    And snuggle down in a cosy nook,
    Admiring the dragons in their new favourite book!

  23. Isobel says:

    Dear Jackie,

    I’m a teaching assistant in a primary school and I do think that children accessing books that can encourage their thought processes and imagination is a blessing because often it is hard to do that. A book such as Tell me Your Dragon would do that because it’s full of vivid pictures that just take your breath away.
    I’ve always loved dragons. Simply because of their beauty and their mysterious ways endearing. I think I first fell in love with dragons properly was the film Dragon Heart and how the dragon gave a piece of his heart to save someone. I loved the idea of how he sacrificed himself to save everyone and became the star in the sky.
    My dragon would be pure black with emerald eyes. He’d be mysterious you’d always be finding out things about him. He’d be like a cat in his ways and actions at times. Winding himself around you when he’d sometimes want your company and sometimes not. He’d be fearless and lovable. He’d be my best friend who would listen to me and just be there when I needed someone to comfort me at times when I was down.

  24. Inga Springell HG.Dip.P ( trainee) GHGI says:


    My dragon travels many miles, to many different schools and settings to help young people who struggle with a variety of things, from stress and anxiety, lack of sleep, change and transition, depression, self harm, OCD, affects of addiction and attachment problems and post traumatic stress disorder. My dragon helps provide new patterns through the almighty power of metaphor. Storytelling whilst in “flow” is the most powerful tool we have to set new patterns and change behaviour. I know a new dragon will be very welcome .

  25. kat says:

    My dragon would be gentle and love to cuddle with me in bed, yet could also be huge and ominous when protection was needed. He would love to laugh and when he did, little puffs of smoke would come out, like the rings that people used to blow when they smoked a pipe or a cigarette. He would also be able to breathe fire, a cleansing, rich fire, which gives warmth and protection, and lights the way. He would take me on wonderful journeys, to a cave of crystals, and into the clouds to the ends of rainbows. We would read stories together, and write some of our own, and share them with the forest creatures and fairies we would meet on our adventures.

  26. Penny Crompton says:

    I have a dragon, she is red and gold and has a rider on her back. She is made of wire and cloth and paint and guards my house. A very special dragon, made by me.

  27. WOL says:

    My dragon has iridescent white opal scales with gleams of turquoise, violet, and teal as the light strikes it. Its eyes are luminous turquoise and as deep and vast as the space between the stars. Its opalescent wing membranes taper on the trailing edges to near transparency like the skin of soap bubbles. It can change size from small enough to sit in the shell of my ear to brontosaurus huge. It has a slender, gracile body, a long, sinuous neck and an even longer, snake-like tail that coils expressively when it speaks. It is nocturnal and loves to bask in the light from the full moon and to fly by starlight. It has a bitonal voice that is spidersilk soft, and speaks slowly, thoughtfully and in a slightly sibilant manner, and it is particularly fond of singing long, quiet, wordless songs harmonizing with itself. It’s snout is rather long, and it can gape its jaws very wide. It lives on sadness, grief and pain, which it sieves from the air like a whale shark as it flies through the night with its mouth agape, and excretes calm peacefullness and comfort in its wake. Its food supply has become rather overabundant of late, and it is, alas, becoming a bit tubby from overeating.

  28. Kat Gusarova says:

    My dragon would be made from the passions of my heart. She would be fiery red and fiercely determined. I used to keep her chained and it made her grow so weak and frail that her flames were but flickers in the dark.
    Once I realized that she needed to be free, she has grown stronger than ever and so have I.

  29. Sheryl Anderson says:

    My dragon is of the deep desert
    beyond ancient
    beyond civilisation

    She sleeps and dreams
    the world
    All colours exist in her breath
    She hints of her existence through
    the writing of poets
    and stories of the old ones.

  30. Nigel Cox says:

    I posed this question to my 8-year old son – these are his words: His name would be George, he would be gentle and have orange fur on his body and a purple furry head. He would have a curly moustache, polka-dot lens glasses and hair like Bob Ross (the famous oil painter) and he would eat carrots and mice. He likes to listen to jazz music. His favorite book to read is Goth Girl. He likes to talk about how guinea pigs roll around in their wheels. He does not like smelly cheese, cooked peas and how pine cones hurt his paws. And he’s very rich and likes writing stories.

  31. Julie Turner says:

    Mine is a dragon with elusive tendencies, shining brightly within but slipping through the hearts and shadows of the mind. A lizard’s tongue to test and tease the tendrils of imagination into action. Chameleon-skinned with flaws of gold that catch and flare in the blink of an eye and the corner of your mind. This heart-beat pounds the course of royal blood or secret treasures hidden inside.. pulsing with words waiting to escape onto the page as a brave whisper from a tremulous hand. Mine is a teaching dragon 😉
    (And my class last year were so in love with your book,both words and pictures, that we made our own version too.)
    So… Thank you! Please keep writing.

  32. Beverly J says:

    ahhhhh..my dragon is a delight to me. I don’t share her name. This is our secret and our bond. She is watchful and not tolerant of hurtful comments or bad behavior. She reminds me there are situations I cannot change and that sometimes walking ( or flying) away is the best choice. She hisses “there will always be another opportunity-believe”. So far, she has been right. Her scales can be the colors of peacock feathers and the ocean on a smooth day……but sometimes the red of stained glass. Her eyes are always the glossy black of a wet stone. Her wings are broad but rest close to her body. She is highly intelligent, resourceful and creative. She does not enjoy “Puff” or “Pete’s”, but is mildly interested in “the Mother of Dragons” and “How to Train Your Dragon”. We read “Tell me Dragon” often and especially enjoy the picture of the beautiful dragon eggs.

  33. Julie C says:

    My dragon is fiercely protective of me and mine, always there to listen without judgement and sensitive to know when I need to be in silence to deal with my thoughts.

  34. Anita says:

    My dragon is a larger, fiercer iteration of my beloved cats. She has scales camouflaged with soft mottled gray fur, a bushy white ruff and glowing green eyes. She’s a bit large for my lap, so she curls around my feet, rumbling/purring softly while I sit knitting in my rocking chair. She guards my treasures: not gold and jewels, but balls of yarn, vials of beads and boxes of fabric, all waiting to made into treasures for others. She’s the keeper of my most treasured memories, and she reminds me of all the good that has been on the days when there seems to be none in sight. Most important, she loves me without reservation, a love I try to pass on to others who need it as much as I need hers.

  35. Georgia says:

    If I were to have a dragon, he’d be fairly small – about the same size as a cat. Green, short, fur with a teal coloured beard . He would lie in the sun on a windowsill during the day napping, with one eye open, whilst I am working. He also likes listening to classic jazz music to sleep to. He would rid of any bad pixies in the house and keep my cat in check! He would not breath fire, but would have magic that radiates gently around him like an aura. Potentially slightly short tempered, but a good hearted and loyal dragon, and Inspired by many talks of dragons and other creatures with my grandmother when I was younger

  36. Bernie Bell says:

    I’ve been thinking about this dragon quest-ion. It occurred to me that quite a few of the folk who describe their dragon, are describing their dragon-self. I then saw my Bernie dragon-self, as clear as day. She’s small, green – dappled green – and quite round. She’s sitting with her tail wrapped round her legs, and her paws on her tummy. Her ears make a kind-of fan round her head. She’s thinking.
    She doesn’t do magnificent things. She just muddles along as best she can.
    She finds herself to be quite confusing, and the world around her to be more so, so she just muddles along as best she can and lives.
    She’s round because she has a liking for cake.
    There she is, the Bernie-Dragon-Self – small, green and round.
    And now she’s off to feed Fiona-Next-Door’s birds. She doesn’t eat them, she feeds them. That’s the kind of dragon she is.

  37. Jude Walker says:

    I’m a teacher. My little dragon, rainbow coloured, would be sat in my rather worn and tea-stained ‘Books are my Bag’ shopper, on top of exercise books, a pencil case and a Thermos. It would watch the ebb and flow of pupils through classroom door over the course of a busy day, through Iona greenstone eyes.
    My dragon would creep out, on occasions, knowing and sensing need. It would rescue those children struggling and drowning. It would paint them with its rainbow tail and lift them with it’s umbrella wings. It would allow them to glimpse, just for a moment, somewhere beyond.

    Thanks for the beautiful literature Jackie.

  38. Clair M says:

    I made my dragon a couple of weeks ago, crocheted him in fact. He is made of a beautiful deep blue-purple heathery kind of yarn, shading into green and coppery orange, but his horns, wings, spikes and claws are a magnificent turquoise blue. His eyes are jade-green buttons that catch the light. I stuffed him firmly so that he’s quite substantial, and I hold him when I need something to hold on to. Or sometimes I just hold his paw, or stroke his wonderful turquoise toes.

  39. Sheryl says:

    If I had a dragon it would be the biggest dragon you had ever seen. He would have a thick soft mane just like a lion but it would be silver instead of gold. His teeth would be pearly white and his eyes would be dark like an ocean on a stormy night. If anyone came too near, he would fix them with a stare and puff out his chest. He would signal a warning by thumping his long tail on the ground which would echo for miles. He would be scared of no one and this strength would keep his heart beating with love for many, many years. I don’t have a dragon but I did have a rabbit with a silver mane and a heart of gold. Just like my dragon, he believed himself to be big & strong and he would protect those he loved. I did have rabbit, his name was Giorgio and I miss him very much.

  40. Kirsty says:

    I’ve tried to tell you about my dragon, but it never appears in the responses, and when I try to post again it tells me that it’s a duplicate comment. I’ve decided that this must be the work of my dragon, making it clear that he wants to remain hidden – he is fierce and proud, but a pirate he is, and secrecy is of the utmost importance to him. One day he will leave us and head back to the seas, but for now we will frolic in the sunshine, chase through the woods, and lie by the fire. He is my champion and part of my soul, and he keeps those I love most in this world safe and comforted. If you are lucky then one day he may visit you, but until then he remains a mystery to all but my family, my beautiful, fierce, bold pirate dragon

  41. Heather K. says:

    My dragon is beautiful iridescent shades of blue, purple and green. He can fly and has magical powers. He is very wise and well read and speaks with a British accent. He has a wonderful sense of humor and is brave and protective-especially of animals and children. He can make himself invisible. He is my loyal best friend and is oddly enough a vegetarian dragon. He loves salads but has been known to sneak chocolates from time to time. He’s very clean and well mannered of which he is very proud. He has all the Harry Potter books memorized (as well as countless others) and happily recites them anytime I’m in the mood for an audiobook. He’s currently teaching me to play chess- his favorite game. He says his true dragon name must be kept secret so he just asks that I call him Draco (as he’s ever so fond of Harry Potter.) He’s clearly the best dragon ever!

  42. Kate Chaston says:

    My dragon lives in the north. She is sparkling silver and white, with coppery eyes. Unlike other dragons she doesn’t mind the snow and the ice, and has a comfortable cave to live in, inside a volcano where it’s nice and warm. What most people don’t know is that she is a good friend to Father Christmas and helps out when needed if the reindeer get tired. Then she will flap her almost clear iridescent wings, and with a swoop leaving snowy diamond dust trails in the air, make haste to get the task done and presents delivered on time. So do not fear if you do not hear the sound of hooves and bells on your roof. You may just hear the sound of the wind, and see stars in the sky, and then you’ll know it was Father Christmas’s other helper, the beautiful ice dragon of the north.

  43. Ellen Sandberg says:

    My Dragon is purple and green and has the kindest eyes. He loves books as much as I do and we often read to each other. He protects me. When I am sad hecomforts me. When I have doubts he encourages me. Best of all, we tell each other stories and he sometimes takes me flying among the stars.

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