“They held them off at the border, fighting to the last feather. They held them off for the fifteen minutes we needed to regather our forces and to join the battle. By then they had died. But they had given their lives so that we all may live. They are heroes. A father cannot ask more than for his children to die in battle as they did.”

“Wow…” Dragon Little sounded speechless and awed. 

Then, after a short silence, she said, “I want to die in battle.”

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“Never mind. Look at this.” He pulled out a yellowish object the size of his palm. I have never seen anything like it. I did not know what it was. “This,” he emphasized. “Is a fruit. Uh, or a vegetable. I’m not really sure. It’s a fruit or a vegetable, okay? You eat it.”

She nodded, her eyes crinkling, not following what he is trying to say. 

“Now look here,” he leaned into the ship and put the fruit-or-vegetable on the seat. “See?”

She nodded. 

“Now I’m buckling it in…. There! See?”

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“Nah, nah, nah. You tried to poke my eyes out. You’re the cheater! I’m the mightiest of them all!” He held both arms to his sides and bent then, as if he was showing his muscles. Which he didn’t really have. Not in the dream, at least. I do not know what he looked like back on Earth.

I’m the mightiest of them all!”

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“No!” Dragon Little raised her hand and pointed at him, her long blonde hair billowing in the wind behind her. “I have spoken!”

Dragon Father burst out laughing. “You have spoken?”

“I have spoken!” Dragon Little said with determination. “Teach me to swim!”

“But what if we—”

“Tut!” Dragon Little said importantly. “I have spoken!”