Dragon Little was almost six years old, when one day, Dragon Father looked at her and said, “Oh, my god, you’re so big!”
They were just about to set off for adventure. Dragon Little had just put her sword back in its scabbard on her belt.
“Huh?” she looked at him.
Dragon Father shook his head. “I just had a flashback to back when you were two or three, I think.”
Dragon Little looked at him quizzically.
Dragon Father unsheathed his own sword, “You just held a sword for the first time. And you were like this…” He let the sword throw him off balance and run one way. Then, trying to balance it, he ran the other way, always holding it above his head.
Dragon Little burst out laughing.
“And when you held out your first gun,” he sheathed his sword and pulled out his laser gun, “you were like…” he shot up in all directions. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” he mimed her being confused.
Dragon Little collapsed to the floor laughing. Once she calmed down just a bit, she sat up, legs spread, and asked, “What was I like the first time I piloted the ship?”
“The first time you were at the helm…” Dragon Father concentrated, trying to remember. “Oh! I know! The first time you were at the helm, we almost crashed into the moon!”
And Dragon Little was on the floor again, laughing uncontrollably.\
—Told by The Red Dragon
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