The Dragon

Once upon a time I lived in a small cottage near the woods.  I lived with my mum, she has glossy brown hair and she is always caring and loving, I also live with my dad, he has chocolate brown hair, sky blue eyes and likes loud music.  One day I decided to run away to the attractive dark, damp woods.  I was a little of the enormous, silent fierce looking woods because it was night time.  After a while I eventually overcame my fears and started my hike into the terrifying woods, my first adventure.  As I get further into the woods I see a wolf prowling around a rabbits burrow.  Then he sees me, he cautiously strolls towards me and sits down so I stroke his glossy grey fur and call him Rover.  Rover I call and he comes running to me whimpering.  Suddenly I hear a thunderous roar it sounds like a call for help so we run towards it and I yell “if it is a call for help were coming”.

It is a call for help there is a mighty large dragon with a nametag on him, he is trapped in a poachers net.  His nametag says Max.  I quickly scramble about in my pocket for a pocket knife.  Nervously I cut him free and I ask him to take me home. So he bends down to let me on his back and he took me home and I lived happily ever after knowing there was a dragon living in the woods.