Dragon

"Bad, bad boy!" I yelled.   My dragon, Smith was NOT getting into his cage.  It's important that he does, because an interviewer was going to interview me about my unusual dragon.  Not many settlers in Portland had dragons.  When I finally got Smith into his cage, the interviewer had just arrived.  "Channel 4, this is Nick Niccerson interviewing Smith, the unusual dragon we have here," Nick Niccerson said.  "And what is your name, miss?"

"Sophia," I answered.

"How old is your dragon?" Nick Niccerson asked.

"Uh….8 years, I think," I said. 

"8 years!" exclaimed Nick Niccerson.  "8 years!  Let's see him!"  

I let Smith out on his leash.  I held onto his leash tightly.  "Be careful," I warned Nick.  "He breathes fire." 

"Whoa!" went Nick's microphone.  "How unusual!"

"It's unusual weather or not it's a dragon.  He would still breathe fire." I said.

"Well, yes, I suppose so," Nick said unsurely. I could tell he didn't believe me. "Well, Channel four is over!" said Nick Niccerson.  "Thank you, Miss Sophia."  

I nodded. "My pleasure."  I was glad for him to leave.  He wasn't super entertaining, I thought.  Not at all.  I parked Smith into his cage and this time it was easier to put Smith in.  Thank goodness, I thought, locking Smith in.  And then I fed Smith and then ate some popcorn and sat watching Channel 4.  I saw myself on TV.  I wasn't surprised.  Of course not!