A Dragon named Frank with a hot problem

Breeze was smiling because he could smell his favorite smell – cakes baking. He slid off the branch and began to wander through the forest. He knew if he took his time he would miss the messy washing up bit and land at Tulips door in time for afternoon tea and cake.

His smile lasted for about ten seconds. It was the saddest looking dragon who took his happy smile away. The dragon was green and miserable.

“Hey, What is wrong with you buddy?” Breeze asked.

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“My life is ruined and all because of my hot breath.” The dragon mumbled.

Breeze frowned and sat down, a safe distance away, from the grumpy dragon.

“But, Frank even I know that your speciality is fire breathing” Breeze spoke softly not wishing to annoy the small dragon.

“Yes but not when you love flowers and want to be a botanist.”

“A what?” Breeze looked about him wondering if he had fallen on his head and was having a terrible nightmare, because not one bit of this conversation was making sense to him.

“I like studying and growing flowers but it won’t work cos often, much too often they end up looking like toast.”

Breeze opened  his mouth, closed it and opened it again. He was afraid to say what he was thinking.

The dragon spoke for him. “No burnt flowers do not taste like toast. They simply look burnt.”

“Okay I know what to do lets talk to Elegant witch.” Breeze stood, told Frank where to meet him and ran off to see Elegant.

Unfortunately for him she wasn’t baking, she was cleaning her house using a broom.

Breeze watched her work and frowned. The world is gone upside down, he thought, dragons who want to potter about in the garden and witches who use a broom for sweeping. 

Her chuckle startled him. “I heard that Breeze and no I am not crazy. I just like sweeping.” Putting down the broom she asked him, “What problem have you brought to me today?”

Breeze told her about Frank. It was Elegants turn to look worried. “If I stop his fiery breath, the others will not like it.” Elegant began to pace about the room. There was a bee dancing on the window ledge, very gently Elegant shooed it from the room. Then she turned to Breeze, “That is the answer.”

Breeze frowned. He didn’t think a bee on a window was an answer to anything but he knew Elegant to be a clever witch so he waited for her to return.

Frank arrived as Elegant finished her spell. When the dragon nervously asked her if she could help, she smiled and held out the hat for him. “It is smashing but won’t it go on fire too?”

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Breeze moved out of the way and said, “Try it” then as fast as he could he ran to Tulips house. Afterall if the magical beekeepers helmet worked the dragon would be happy and if it didn’t then Breeze might have a lot of ashes to sweep up and Breeze hated sweeping.

 

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Upside down but not inside out.

image001Breeze woke  then asked many questions.

Why are the bees flying around my feet? Why are the trees hiding in the ground waving their roots at the clouds?  The answer was because he was hanging upside down with his jacket flapping about below his head in the light wind. A passing bird flew into his jacket pocket and settled there.

He pinched his arm. “Nope I am not dreaming , that hurt.”

Breeze knew of only one person who could do this to him…. he scowled, “Lovisma.”

He removed the bird from his pocket, loosened his feet in the branch and landed head first on the soft grass beneath him. Back the right way up Breeze discovered he was walking in circles. His head felt strange so he sat on the ground and waited for everything to stop spinning.  He discovered the only upside down thing in the whole forest was him and the tree he had fallen asleep in.

Feeling better he set off to find Lovisma.  He glanced at the sky and saw the sun sitting high above him. Having decided it was lunch time he guessed she would be  trying to persuade Elegant her sister to make her a snazzy, tasty lunch.

When Breeze arrived at their house he heard Elegant say, “What have you done now Lovisma? Breeze looks angry.”

Lovisma giggled, “he always looks mad.  I didn’t do anything.”

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Breeze peered in at the window and demanded to know if she had flipped him.

“I didn’t but I wish I thought of it you must have looked funny.” She smiled at him and licked strawberry jam off her fingertips.

Elegant asked him, “Would you care for a strawberry jam tart?”

Breeze ate six then told them he would not move unti l he discovered the truth. Elegant decided to bake more tarts. He sat down to wait. Something soft went ‘plonk’ on his head. It was a scrunched up bit of paper. He opened it and saw an arrow pointing to his left towards the river. He got up and wandered close to the bank. At the edge he saw another arrow pointing down at the water. He peered into the water. “Strange,” He muttered and walked back to his favorite tree. Much later he woke to discover the world had flipped upside down again.

Elegant arrived before him. “What time of the year is it?” She asked.

“Spring.” He said. Then he smiled. “I always sleep well in Spring time.”

“Exactly.” She left him to unravel the mystery.

Breeze started to think.  They all grumbled as the large ogre trampled through their gardens and bumped into everything.

What are you doing? Hamish, his best friend asked.

“Solving a puzzle.”

“Can I help?” Hamish asked. They sat outside his house drinking tea and eating Chamomile sandwiches.

Breeze woke when Hamish roared at  him. “Look what you did to my garden.”

Breeze frowned. The scarecrow was shivering as he was not wearing his clothes. The flowers were shaped like the letter n with their heads near the ground.

“I didn’t do this.” Breeze said.

“You did. Your  loud snoring blew the clothes off my scarecrow, and scared the flowers.”

Breeze smiled “Thank you Hamish you solved the puzzle.” He headed home singing “I was upside down but not inside out” while poor Hamish had to find some new clothes for his scarecrow and persuade the flowers to raise their heads.