sure,” he agrees hesitantly. You can still see the concern on his face, but before you can say anything more, Ace comes down. Gretchen looked more closely. She had never before seen a dragon, after all. She had seen dragonflies, but never a real, live dragon. You continue, “The potion and salve I used for you are for speeding up the healing process. It supposedly works on all living creatures, so I was hoping it would work on dragons.”

Her parents were George Herbert McCaffrey, BA, MA PhD (Harvard), Colonel USA Army (retired), and Anne Dorothy McElroy McCaffrey, estate agent. She had two brothers: Hugh McCaffrey (deceased 1988), Major US Army, and Kevin Richard McCaffrey, still living.Those who were aware of her knew her as Gretchen, the most ambitious fairy in the land. “Ambitious, ambitious,” the toads croaked, and the turtles droned her name as they lumbered across lawns to peer at her glorious blooms. The herons swooped overhead to watch Gretchen at work; hawks circled above her.

Said redhead suddenly has a keen interest in your hanging herbs. “Tsunotarou isn’t like that,” you argue. “He’s never hurt anyone and he’s been living with me of all people.” The magicless human who would be a prime target for magical creatures. It may seem dull to most, but you enjoy the routine. Sometimes your day is broken up by a visit from Ace and Deuce, an adventuring duo, who you’ve known since school. They argue and fight, but ultimately work well as a team when needed. Their antics never fail to make your day entertaining.As he enters, he looks around before his gaze zeroes in on the dragon resting on the couch. “It really is a dragon…” With plenty of repetition and alliteration, this book is perfect for children who are just able to read on their own. Hugely popular with Year 2s throughout the UK. Sitting on the arm of the couch, you stroke Tsunotarou’s head. “Are you cursed?” you ask him. His head bobs up and down. “How come you two didn’t notice?” Your question is directed at the two bean spillers. Watching the creature curiously, you decide to let him rest until he wakes up. You aren’t sure about the healing rate of dragons let alone such a small one. Your overgrown lizard,” Ace jabs a finger at Tsunotarou, who is sitting on top of the table, “tried to set me on fire! He tried to murder me!!”

Well, Tsunotarou, it’s just you, me and the girls again,” you say with a deep sigh. You set him on the ground with a groan. “Okay, buddy, you’re a little too heavy to hold for long periods now.” The Littlest Dragon can’t run fast, is always last in the flying races and, worst of all, can’t breathe fire.

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You swear he purrs with the way you feel his body vibrate. “I swear you’re a cat disguised as a dragon,” you chortle while bopping him on the nose.