There once lived a dragon called Peter. Peter lived with his brother, Mike and his mother. They lived high, high in the sky, in a house made of thick white clouds

Peter and Mike went to the local school with all the other little dragons. Mike was very popular at school but Peter was shy. Peter was so shy, he hardly ever spoke at school. 

All the little dragons in Peter's class were learning how to breathe fire 

"It's very important for a dragon to breathe fire. You must practice everyday to be like everyone else" - said Peter's teacher 

Mike was the best fire breather in the whole school and Peter longed to be like him. He practiced every day and every night ... trying to breathe fire. One by one, all the little dragons learned to breathe fire ... all, except Peter.

He tried everyday but ... nothing

............................Nothing

................................Nothing 

"Don't worry", said his mother, "you will learn someday. Just relax."

But Peter couldn't relax. Each day, more and more dragons started to laugh at him and soon dragons that were younger than him started to breathe fire.

Peter felt ashamed and frustrated. Why was he the only one?

But then one day, everything changed. Everything changed forever. It was a cold winter morning and Peter had a cough. He was coughing and suddenly he felt a heat in his stomach. 

"This is it", he thought. "I'm going to breathe fire".

Everyone watched in amazement as Peter didn't breathe fire. No! Peter was breathing glitter. Brilliant hot color sparkled in the air as the glitter flew from Peter's mouth. Burning red, bright yellow, icy blue and blinding white. All the colors of the rainbow, filled the classroom

"And just who is going to clean this mess up" - cried his teacher. 

All the other dragons started to laugh at Peter. No one had ever seen a glitter breathing dragon before. Some dragons thought it was funny. Some thought it was scary. But everyone thought it was strange. 

"It's not my fault. I don't know how it happened. I thought I was going to breathe fire but I didn't."  Peter cried, as he explained to his Mum what happened. 

"Don't worry" - his mother said. "Sometimes dragons breathe glitter. Not everyone, but... sometimes".

Peter didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be different from all the other dragons. He wanted to be like everyone else. He had no friends at school and the other dragons didn't play with him.