Save a baby dragon from a stormy mountain

A simple, story-appropriate everyday outfit — comfortable clothes that adapt to the scene the story calls for.

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Sun on the grass, bees in the flowers, a perfectly ordinary day — until THUMP! The ground shook, the fence rattled, and an enormous green dragon landed right in front of {child_pronoun_object}!

The dragon's voice wobbled. "My baby is trapped on the mountain, and I'm too big to reach {child_pronoun_object}. I need someone small and brave." {child_name} looked up at the stormy peak. "I can try!"

{child_name} climbed onto the dragon's warm back and held on tight. Up they flew, up past the rooftops, up past the clouds! Below, the world shrank small — but Stormtop Mountain grew bigger and bigger.

At the mountain's base grew the Whispering Woods — trees upside down, all shouting at once. "Go left!" "No, right!" "Actually, go UP!" But {child_name} spotted something better: tiny glowing pawprints on the ground.

{child_name} followed the prints. One fox peeked out, then two, then a dozen — golden tails glowing like lanterns, leading the way to a clearing where a rainbow arced across a deep canyon.

{child_name} peered over the edge and gulped. Deep, deep, deep — the canyon had no bottom at all! Across the gap, the mountain path wound upward. The only way over? A wobbly, shimmering rainbow bridge.

The bridge wobbled and swayed! A grumpy cloud troll sat smack in the middle, arms crossed. "Nobody passes without answering MY riddle!" he grumbled. "What makes someone truly brave?"

"Being scared and doing it anyway," said {child_name}. "Like right now." The troll blinked once, twice — then smiled for the first time in a hundred years and held the bridge steady.

Past the bridge, the mountain path twisted up into dark clouds. High above, the mother dragon sang a lullaby — soft and warm and golden. {child_name} hummed along, and the fear grew a little smaller.

Rain poured sideways. Thunder cracked. Wind shoved {child_pronoun_object} back. But {child_name} sang the dragon's song louder and louder — scared and doing it anyway — one step, then another, then another.

Lightning split the sky and {child_name}'s foot slipped! {child_pronoun_subject} grabbed a root and held on tight. Then, through the howling wind — a tiny hiccupping cry. The baby dragon was close!

And there, between two boulders at the very top — the baby dragon. Shivering, soaked, wings too wet to fly. {child_name} reached out {child_pronoun_possessive} hand, slow and gentle. "It's okay. I've got you."

The baby sniffed {child_name}'s fingers — once, twice — then crawled right into {child_pronoun_possessive} arms with a warm puff of smoky breath. {child_name} tucked the little dragon safe inside {child_pronoun_possessive} jacket.

Down the mountain they went, storm fading to soft drizzle. The troll waved from the bridge, the foxes lit the path like golden lanterns, and the baby dragon purred warm against {child_name}'s chest.

The mother dragon was waiting. She saw her baby and roared so happy it shook every tree! She pressed her nose to {child_name}'s forehead — a golden thank-you for someone small and brave.

Dragon Rescue

What's included

An Epic Quest for Little Heroes

Bravery in Your Child’s Size

Your Child is the Hero

Dreamy Watercolour Illustrations

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