New Story Contest: Magical - Logan N. - 12/16/21

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New Story Contest: Magical

Submitted by: Logan N., age 10, Boulder, UT

The Birthday Dragon
    
It was an unusual birthday. Colorful banners blanketed the backyard. Kids chased each other through the grass. Adults talked. It all went downhill from there. My little sister was turning five. On her birthday cake, painted in frosting, was a fat, pink Daisy the Friendly Dragon, a character from her favorite TV show.
    
At least it’ll taste good, I thought, as the tug-of-war for little kids ended. I, as her older brother, got the honor of cutting the cake. But when the knife touched the cake, something that sounded like thunder and looked like an emerald supernova exploded, shooting outward from the cake!

When the dust cleared, standing before us was something like a thirty-foot-long, bright green snake with red eyes, black horns, and huge, batlike, leathery wings. It wasn’t Daisy the Friendly Dragon, but it was a dragon.
    
People screamed and ran in all directions. I watched in horror, behind a bush, as the monster set fire to all the banners and tore at the house with foot-long claws. Everyone else had run away or hid like me. Everyone , that is, but the birthday girl. I wanted to save her, but that would mean dying myself. My parents clearly agreed. I didn’t dare to look. The horrible beast let out a roar.

My sister yelled, “You wooined my berfday!” The words that followed were ones that a five-year-old a) shouldn’t know and b) didn’t learn from watching Daisy the Friendly Dragon. I won’t repeat them.
    
The dragon was silent. Mom and Dad had finally worked up the courage to go after her and save her, only to be blasted backward by another explosion, pink this time. The dragon was gone. My sister burped and licked her lips clean of pink and green frosting. Who knew enormous scaly monsters could be delicious?
    
Two weeks later, the damages had been repaired, and we were throwing away all ingredients used to make the cake, so that such a disaster wouldn’t happen again. I threw the sugar away, but not before reading the name on the bag: Dragon Dough! I smiled and threw it away.


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