Dragon Rock

Once upon a time in a far away valley was a little town with a huge grassy field. In that field lived a dragon that looked just like a boulder. It just sat there. It managed to get there 200 years ago. It slept a lot. His body colour was like a blue rotten sea. His scales were blunt and his back was mouldy. He sat there like a boulder way up on a cliff. There were claws on his hands that looked like bruised bananas. I reckon that he had a triple ended tail but you just couldn’t tell because it was hiding under his body. It also smelt like a dumpster behind a school hall. He reeked out the whole village. Complaints came in too. The dragon felt like pointy dry grass and rough orange peels rubbing against you. People are sometimes hairy right, he was just like that. Plus he tasted just like gone off bread and ink out of a pen.
This one day he never woke up. The villagers knew he was still alive because his scaly, blue tummy always moved up and down while it was breathing. On the one day he woke, rain would fall and fill the wells with much needed water. But there was one problem. The rain would only fall once a month when the dragon woke up. That’s when the disaster began........ the dragon wouldn’t wake up.
The villagers prayed for the blue dragon to wake up and save the village, the children cried and split the brown dry grass seeing what the Dragon had done. The townsfolk grew worried because they thought they might die of thirst. The village was so dry all coloured cars stopped working. They even ordered horses and donkeys to take them out of town. The children begged their mums and dads to spend their last two dollars on water from the supermarket but it was all sold out. Mrs .Greywhistle got so angry at the dragon she threw a rock at him.
Suddenly, the ground started rumbling and tumbling....
The villagers hadn’t heard such a loud noise in so long they forgot what the noise was for. Mrs. Greywhistle said, “The dragon is awakening!” They cheered and laughed with greatness. The sky went grey and it poured down with rain, it poured so heavily many buildings fell down but nobody cared.
Over the months Mrs. Greywhistle became queen of Dragonville. Plants grew and an inventor made an aerial and a red button to go with it. When you pressed that red button the dragon would wake up and it would rain. Now dragonville is the best country in the world. People come to help, plant, invent and have a holiday. That is the story of Dragon Rock.
By G.S