It was only a few weeks after Dragon Little and Dragon Father rescued me. Dragon Little was only two years old, and I was still getting used to the fact that these two lived a life of adventure every day.
They had thought me gone, but I was there, watching them every day from afar and from above, learning who they were, learning that their intention was honest and good, and learning to fall in love with the girl I lovingly called my Dragon Little.
Dragon Little had a wooden sword in her hand, that her father told her was a steel sword. It was a good thing, too, since she would have occasionally cut herself with it.
“Dad, I want to beat the bad guy today! Me me me!” she told him one day at breakfast, while Mary watched.
“Sure,” he said.
Mary opened her mouth, but Dragon Father sent her a look and winked. Mary smiled and closed her mouth.
After breakfast and brushing Dragon Little’s teeth, Dragon Father and Dragon Little went on adventure. Dragon Little was too caught up in the adventure that only after the showdown with the villain was over, she said, “Dad! I wanted to defeat him today!”
“Oh, sorry,” he said, sounding disappointed. “I completely forgot! Okay, next time, Joy?”
“I wanted to defeat him!”
“Tomorrow?”
She nodded. “Tomorrow.”
“Good,” he said and smiled. “Tomorrow it is.”
And tomorrow I will tell you what happened ‘tomorrow’.
—Told by The Red Dragon