I’m watching TV in the lounge when suddenly, is it a plane? Is it a bird, no it’s a dragon?The little dragon hovers over my fingers. He sits down.
‘I’ll call him, Inferno.’ He flew off my fingers and flutters with joy. I’m pleased that he loves his name. Now I need to find out what he eats.
He follows me to the kitchen and picks some cookies from the jar. I think he’s saying he hates these and he likes meat. I give him some raw beef. He makes a fiery inferno to cook it. I was amazed! I have my own little instant BBQ. I’m just speechless.