He stopped flying to take a long, deep breath landing on a huge pile of rocks. Angry for letting his midnight snack get away, he looked up at the moon making a fierce growl .
His head drooped down as he looked at his sore feet crunching on sharp, tiny rocks. Thinking of his plan to save up all his energy and go home to his dark cave where he will coil up, fall asleep lying on millions of gold pieces and jewels, and wait for tomorrow to start his day anew.
My Dragon
That was a little story about my dragon (which I wrote). I drew this dragon for a school assignment and I had a lot of fun making it. In the picture, my dragon that I have not yet named is perched on a pile of rock late at night. What do you think his name is and what is something else that could be his story?
By: Kristen on November 12, 2010 at 3:18 pm
That looks like the same dragon that Jack posted on his blog. I’m not sure if thats a coincidence or what, but that short story was really cool.
By: Amanda99 on December 15, 2011 at 8:35 pm
I agree with Kristen, it does look like the Dragon that was posted on Jack’s blog. However, I still admire the artwork. It looks nice, keep it up