I was told a big, green dragon lived the fern forest. I wanted to pick fern flowers so I went anyway.

A huge, green claw caught my arm.

I was scared at first but it soon became clear that the dragon had just mistaken me for branch to rest it’s arm on. I started to quietly snap pictures of the beast’s turquoise scales,

ruby throat

and razor-sharp spines.

Eventually the dragon moved it’s claws and I was able to escape with the magical fern flower buds –

that open only in the light of a full moon

and are small enough to be woven into a fairy’s hair!

What? You don’t believe me?

Alright.

The flowers are from a plain old asparagus fern,

and the dragon was mom’s pet lizard.