The boy and the dragon

I headed out for a takeaway burger but ended up having it at the store. I didn’t eat the fries, so I bagged them in a nondescript kraft paper bag.

When I got home I cut the bag in pieces and stapled them together creating a cute six-pages notebook.

This is the story and drawings I did for my son.

Once upon a time, there was a magnificent castle.

A red dragon, who spit flames from his mouth, flew above the castle. Everyone was terrified.

Except for a little boy who wasn’t afraid. He called the dragon by his name and challenged him to a fight.

The dragon spat blazing fire in response, but the boy parried it at the last minute.

The dragon was caught by surprise. How did a boy so young challenge him? To the dragon, this meant defeat.

He retreated to his lair above the black mountains to cry.

With newfound courage, the boy rallied the townsfolk to go hunt the dragon and destroy him for good.

Together they journeyed through the mountain passes, and climbed the steep slopes.

The long and arduous ascent gave the boy enough time to think. He came up with a plan.

It was a most unexpected plan. The townsfolk —even the dragon— were confused.

The boy had realized what was the root of the problem: the dragon was bored and that’s why he terrorized the castle and the townsfolk.

The boy would make peace. He told the dragon that he understood how he felt, and that he would play with him.

The dragon accepted the proposal. They shook hands, and from that day on, the dragon didn’t terrorize the castle and the townsfolk anymore.

Every week, the dragon flew down to the fields, where the boy rode to his encounter. Every time they played a different game and became friends.