Waking up, I can tell that today will hold some surprises. "How's my little dragon doing today?" Mom teases. To tired to be myself. I growl, half asleep. Wonder how that sounds. That leather place still open, Mom? I growl. "Yeah, why?" BRB. going up the stairs, I turn on the computer and try my best to print the blueprints I made these last couple days. Heading downstairs, Mom asks, "whatcha got?" I show the blueprints to Mom. "Uh, a saddle?" Mom seems confused. For comfort for my rider. I growl, trying my best to stick the blueprints back over my neck. "Ah, your little girlfriend," Mom teases, helping me out. Thanks. And, yeah. Guess you could say that. I growl, heading out the door. Bye. Love you Mom. I growl, leaving. As I am shutting the door, I hear "love you, Shawn. Be safe," well, guess it's safe to go around public as a dragon now. Flying overhead, I hear occasional look's and aah's. Landing in front of the leather shop, the clerk looks scared, but remains calm. "How may I help you- erm- sir?" I put the blueprints on the desk and the clerk opens the roll and calls for the leather worker, "uhh, Jacob! Come have a look at this," "what- Woah," the crafter says, amazed that the dragon in his lobby. People are looking as they pass by the doors

And windows. "You want me to make this?" The crafter asks. I grab a pen and write on a piece of paper,'no major mistakes, please'. "Ahh, I see now. The famous dragon has a rider?" He seems amused. I nod yes. "Well, you're pretty smart for an animal," I snort in a way that says, you have no idea. "So, where is this lucky rider?" The crafter asks, inviting me into his workshop. I'm carrying a clipboard so I can communicate. 'Out of town' I write. "Ah," he says, starting to cut the leather. 'Can I also get a case? I want this to be a surprise for her' I pen down. "Oh, so she don't know about this? Hah, the dragon is smarter than the rider," he jokes. I shake my head in a way that says, eh- yeah. "Finished with the saddle," he says, dusting it off. 'Eh, Nevermind about the case, just strap it on me, as shown in my blueprints' I write. "Okay, whatever for a dragon. Oh, by the way, free of charge. For this one time. Can't help but feel like we've met before," he says. Yeah, like, in Jr High school, Jacob. I growl. "Eh, wish you could talk so I could understand what you said," Jacob says. It's still kinda funny that Jacob, the kid who barely passed High School, kept the leathery going strong. "Well, goodbye, Night Fury," Jacob says. Flying over the hills, I see some hikers on the tree line. "There he

Is," I hear, before something entangles my wings and legs. "Ha! Gotcha, beast," a coarse voice says. My tail hurts badly. So what, am I now like toothless? Only half a tail? "What? A saddle?" I plasma blast out of there. As I run into the city. I look back. Good, still have my full tail. "What is that?" Carla asks, walking out her back door. A saddle. Figured you'd want comfort while riding. I growl. "So this is your surprise?" Carla asks, feeling the smooth leather. I lower down to let Carla on. "It's okay. Let's see how it does in flight. Be right back," Carla says. Oww. My tail hurts badly. I bring my tail up for a closer look and notice something I wish I hadn't. My tail is broken. I must have landed on it just right when I was taken out of the sky. Bad news, Carla. I growl. "What? Did something happen?" Carla drops the helmet and runs over to me. I- Ah! I broke my tail. I growl in pain. "Oh no," Carla says, taking a look at my tail. "We should have this looked at," what? Go into the doctors and reveal my secret? I growl. "No. The Vet. You can stay a dragon and get it in an animal splint," Carla says, grabbing her helmet. Walking through town, Carla has her face hidden while gently stroking my good tail fin, keeping me calm and from thinking about the pain. As I walk through town, we hear

People talking about me and talking about who's my rider stroking my tail. "Stay here," Carla says, going to request that she have a splint made for me. "A splint, huh? You came to the right place for a splint. Now, where's your pet?" The clerk asks. "Oh, he's not my pet, he's more than that. He's a friend," Carla motions me in. "Ah!" The clerk screams. "Get him out of here!" "but, sir, his tail is broken," Carla says, showing my broken tail. "Oh, what a shame. It'll heal, now get him out!" The clerk says. Wait a minute, I recognize that voice. He's one of the men who shot me down from the sky! I immediately start growling at him. "Bud, what's wrong with you? Calm down," Carla's trying to calm me. He's the one who broke my tail! I continue growing. "May I see the manager?" Carla says, holding me back. "No, no you may not!" He says, pulling out a knife. "What in the name of Notch of going on here?" A man says. Just hearing that phrase calms me down. Another minecraft player, in this town! "Oh- the dragon. What's he doing here?" He says, bending down slowly, extending his hand to me, Palm upwards. I sniff his hand and let him pet me. "What are you doing, sir? That- that, Thing- is a dangerous creature! You have no clue what it could do to you!"

The clerk ferociously screams. I quickly growl at him, letting the manager pet me. "He probably doesn't like how you talked to him- it's a him, right?" The manager, John, as it says on his nametag, says. I nod yes. "Okay, I don't want to offend this lovely creature," I think I like this John guy. "So, Carla, how'd you befriend him?" John asks. You know this nice man? I growl to Carla. "Yes, bud. He's my friend," Carla says. "Wow. You can understand him?" John asks. "Yup. And he obviously can understand us," Carla says. I hum in un found delight as he pulls a Hiccup. Scratching under my chin. I can't help but let my tongue roll out of my mouth. "Ah, you like that?" John says, as he, 'hits the spot', under my jaw bone, dropping me like a ragdoll. I'm lying in a room, eased, as Carla helps John put a splint on my tail. "Thank you," Carla says. I bow my head in a respectful 'thank you'. "Well, he sure knows respect. see ya some other time, Carla," John says, as we're leaving. "Bye," Carla says as I growl it. "Hope to see you some other time, Night Fury," John laughs. "You like him?" Carla asks. Yeah, he's alright. Can see why you two are friends. I hum, still calmed from John's care for an unknown possible threat. We are going to see him again, right? I ask. "Sure, night," Carla kisses me bye.