Papa dragon stood among the thistles. He guarded the
three eggs while Mama went off to find something to eat. Papa stood as
high as a house and his wings, when spread open, were wider than he was
long. He had sharp fangs and a long, scaly tail.
One of the eggs moved around. Papa didn't notice. He
was too busy guarding them and not paying attention. The egg cracked a
tiny bit. A few minutes later it cracked again and a beak pecked a small
hole in it. A pair of eyes looked out and saw Papa dragon standing
there. “Yikes! What is that? It looks mean and scary. I'm not coming out
of this egg. Where's my mama?”
The second egg cracked and then the third. The three
eggs stood next to each other and the tiny dragons inside whispered to
one another. “What is that creature? It's big and it has fangs and
claws. I'm not pecking my way out of this shell. It's not safe.” They
talked back and forth.
Papa dragon watched patiently, making sure nothing
harmed his eggs. All day he stood there, guarding them.
As the sun set, Mama dragon came back, carrying a
meal for Papa. She saw the holes in the eggs. “Papa, our eggs are
hatching. Come and see.”
Papa turned around, swinging his long tail and wings
out of the way. He bent his head over and stared into one of the holes
in the eggs.
The dragon hatchling pulled back. “Yikes! It's even
scarier close up.”
Mama pushed Papa out of the way. “You're scaring
them, Papa.” She bent her head down and kissed the shells. Talking in a
soothing voice she spoke to her babies. “Come out of your eggs and meet
your mama and your papa.” She whispered to each egg, “He is big and
looks mean, but he's a pussy cat inside.”
The babies believed their mama. They chipped away at
the eggshells until they were free. “Papa, come and see. Look at our
Papa saw three tiny dragons, all the same color as
him. “My boys!” He kissed each of them with a dragon kiss.
“Papa!” No longer were they afraid. They licked their
papa and mama. Papa taught them to fly and Mama taught them to blow
fire. They learned quickly that Mama was right. Papa was as soft as a
pussy cat after all.”