Doogle is a friend of Hamish and Breeze. He is a pink Dragon who wishes to be a dark Dragon the size of a mountain.
Doogle hated being the smallest dragon.
“If I can’t be big then I will be a famous magician.” Doogle thought. He began to practise being a magician. Unfortunately he set his magician’s hat on fire.
Doogle tried hip-hop dancing. “I’m dizzy” he moaned bumping into his mum. The pot of potatoes she was carrying flew high into the air and landed on his dad’s foot.
Dad wrapped his foot in cotton wool pulled from a cloud.
Doogle tried singing. “He sounds like a fire alarm,” mum said. He stopped singing when the lollypop factory burned down because the fire men were having tea at Doogle’s house.
“I’ll be a champion swimmer,” he said jumping into the pond. However, the water splashed out leaving the pond dry. Dilly duck gave out to him as he ran away.
“If I were the biggest dragon in the whole realm people wouldn’t laugh at me.” He moaned.
“You can get bigger,” Granddad said but Doogle wasn’t listening.
Doogle ate more vegetables, and exercised everyday but he didn’t grow.
Granddad said, “I know how you can be as big as a house.”
Doogle asked, “If it is easy why doesn’t everyone do it?”
“Because their surname is not Nogard” Granddad said. He whispered the secret of how to become a large dragon to Doogle.
“I don’t think I could do it.” Doogle said.
“Don’t think Doogle – just do it.”
Doogle flew high into the blue sky searching for a cloud. It was hard work beating his wings. He remembered Granddad’s words,” keep going especially when you feel you can’t.”
Doogle found a white fluffy cloud.
He flew around it. Next he wrapped silver thread about the cloud. He counted as he went, “one, two, three, four…” On the thirty third circle a large rumble shook the sky, followed by a flash of lightening.
Doogle was thrown up to the waiting stars. “A dragon to play with,” they cried bouncing him about like a football.
The noise brought the other dragons out of their homes. “What is happening?” They asked.
“Doogle is gone,” sobbed mum.
“He will be back perhaps we have time for tea,” Granddad said.
Everyone agreed. Tea and cakes were eaten before they heard a light whooshing noise. It grew louder until it became a rumble like a jet plane.
High in the sky they spotted a swooping, diving spot growing bigger.
“It’s Doogle,” Granddad said. Everyone began to cheer as Doogle came to land.
Doogle smiled and spewed flames into the sky.
Looking at his mum he said, “sorry I will need a bigger house.”
She just squeezed his foot, “it’s nice to have you back, I’ll go make an extra large dinner.”
Granddad said, “You will go down in our village history as being the largest dragon in the realm.”
And this was only the beginning of Doogle’s fame, for he returned to the land where giants are made on many more occasions.
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This was sweet! I liked this story, it will be good for those little ones who don’t realize they may become Giants one day, in someone’s eyes, at least!
Thank you for reading it, I appreciate your thoughtful comments.