Polkadot Dragon
The child grew up with stories of ferocious dragons, black, red and gold ones, breathing fires out of their jaws, flying and swooping through the clouds, all scales and majesty and power. But in truth, dragons came in different shapes and sizes too. Not all were formidable. Some were friendly, some were small, some were a little different than others.
When the child was old enough, the child decided that they would like to see a real dragon. They set out to do so and finally came upon a clearing in the forest where a docile dragon was resting. Immediately, the child was not convinced about the dragon-ness of the dragon. After all, it had polkadots on its body! How could one be a fearsome dragon if one had polkadots on one’s body?
And then suddenly, the dragon purred and rolled on its belly happily. And so, it was not important that a dragon should be terrifying any longer to the child. They immediately jumped on to their new friend and together, they played all day long. They played and ran and had adventures every day until the sun was low and they were spent entirely.
At night, tucked in warmly in their bed, the child made a decision that a friendly dragon was much, much better than a scary one after all.