Jerry wanted a pet dragon. Not just any dragon – a small, cuddly one that could fit in his pocket and breathe tiny flames to light his birthday candles.
Every night, he’d gaze at the stars, whispering his wish. His parents chuckled, patting his head. “Dragons aren’t real, sweetie,” they’d say.
But Jerry wouldn’t give up. He drew pictures of his dream dragon, naming it Spark. He even built a little cardboard house, complete with a “No Fire” sign.
One day, while digging in the backyard, Jerry found an odd, scaly egg. His heart raced. Could it be?
He tucked it under his pillow, waiting. Days passed. Nothing happened.
Disappointed but determined, Jerry decided to take matters into his own hands. He gathered craft supplies and got to work.
The next morning, his parents found him fast asleep, cuddling a small, handmade plush dragon. It was lopsided, with mismatched button eyes and pipe cleaner whiskers.
As they watched, Jerry stirred, opening his eyes. He looked at his creation and beamed. “Look! My wish came true!”
His parents exchanged glances, smiling. Sometimes, the best wishes are the ones we make come true ourselves.
And if Jerry’s new “dragon” occasionally let out a soft “meow” instead of a roar? Well, that was just part of its charm.
