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,
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?