A long time ago,in a village in Germany named Aspangus, there lived a dragon. He was the color of midnight. He was huge and covered in sharp, pointy scales. The fire he breathed could light up the night sky.He lived in a nest high above the village in an old, dead tree. 

Everyone in Aspangus was scared of the dragon...everyone but one precocious girl.

Meldah wanted to be a knight. She was strong and brave and unafraid.

Sure, the dragon breathed fire. But there were people with worse breath. And sure, the Dragon looked scary. But there were dogs in the village with scarier faces.

One day, the dragon had come down from his nest and was hiding in the cornfields.

Everyone ran to escape the dragon. Everyone except for Meldah.

Armed with her homemade sword, helmet and shield, Meldah ran through the cropped village toward the cornfield. 

“Why should anyone like you?” Meldah replied. “You burned down the castle.”

“I didn’t burn down the castle,” the dragon said. “It was struck by lightning. I would never do that.”

“Wow,” Meldah said. “Sounds like you’re the victim of a smear campaign. We’ve got to fix this. What are you good at?”

“Breathing fire,” replied the dragon.

“Well, let’s see it,” ordered Meldah.