Never Put a Dragon in Your Back Pocket.

By Sam

Hi, my name is Joe, I’m doing the gardening. Do you know what we can find under the ground? Nothing much in my garden. At that moment I think to myself What’s this? Some kind of egg? It was just a bit bigger than the eggs we have for breakfast, with a blue shell that had red blobs that looked like fireballs on it. Looks like a dragon egg to me. I rush inside, “Mum! I found an egg!”

“What…?” she replied

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing!” I realised quickly that it might be better if Mum didn’t know about this. I looked around to find somewhere to hide it. From the corner of my eye I spied my school bag. No-one would bother with that. So, I quickly slipped the egg into the inside pocket and zipped it up!

The next day when I arrived at school I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about my discovery. I shouldn’t have said so much – I didn’t realise that Ben Simpson, the school bully, overheard as he arrived for class, late as usual. At first he made out he wasn’t interested. “Dragons aren’t real,” he snapped “You’re talking rubbish, Joe Sharp!” I knew it was a mistake letting him hear what I was saying. But he wouldn’t let go. He started asking all sorts of questions. They just kept coming. What a relief when the teacher arrived and the lesson got started! Even so, I was nervous about Ben and carefully slipped the egg into my pocket for safety.

After lunch Ben charged up from behind me and shoved me in the back. “Show me that egg then, Sharp!” yelled Ben. “Not likely!” I shouted back, pulling away from him. In the chaos I didn’t hear the little crack as a tiny dragon began to work his way out into the world. I didn’t notice the small red creature with a spiky blue pattern on his wings and with sharp teeth like little needles, ease his way out of the egg and into my pocket.

With that Ben gritted his teeth and screamed “What do you know about dragons? Don’t believe you’ve got one at all, Joe! Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!!” At that second he charged at me and we fell to the ground. I’m not sure when it happened, but somehow my new dragon friend transferred to Ben’s back pocket. Perhaps it was when we were rolling on the floor, or maybe he flew? Either way, when the teacher pulled us apart Ben was yelling madly “Ow ,that’s hot! I’m burning!” Flames burst out from Ben’s back pocket as my little dragon coughed and spluttered.

A quick squirt with the fire extinguisher sorted Ben out, and my little red dragon hopped back to me. As he sat in my pocket looking up at me I could swear he muttered “Da da”.

I smiled “That’s what I know Ben – Never put a dragon in your back pocket!”