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ZOG
Madam Dragon ran a school many moons ago. She taught young dragons all the things that dragons need to know.
Zog, the biggest dragon was the keenest one by far. He tried his hardest every day to win a golden star.�
All the dragons in year one were learning how to fly. “High,” Said Madam Dragon,” Way up in the sky!
Now that you’ve been shown, you can practice on your own, and you’ll all be expert fliers by the time you are fully grown.”��
Zog went off to practice, flying fast and free. He soared and swooped and looped the loop, then crashed into a tree.
Just then a little girl came by, “Oh please don’t cry,” she said. “Perhaps you’d like a nice sticky plaster for your head.”
“What a good idea!” said Zog. Then up and off he flew. His plaster gleaming pinkly as he zigzagged through the blue.��
�A year went by and in Year Two, the dragons learn to roar.
“More!” said Madam Dragon, “Louder, I implore! Now that you’ve been shown, you can practice on your own and you will all be champion roars by the time you are fully grown.”��
Zog went off to practice. He roared with fearsome force.
He kept it up for hours on end, but then his throat grew hoarse.
Just then the girl came by again, she said, “What rotten luck! Perhaps you’d like a nice soothing peppermint to suck?”
“What a good idea!” said Zog. Then up and off he flew and breathing fumes of peppermint. He zigzagged through the blue.��
A year went by and in Year Three, the dragons learn to blow. “No!” said Madam Dragon. “Breathe out fire, not snow! Now that you’ve been shown, you can practice on your own. And you’ll all be breathing bonfires by the time you are fully grown.”��
Zog went off to practice. He blew with all his might, he twirled around in triumph and his wing tip caught light.
Just then the girl came by again. She said, “Oh you pool old thing. Perhaps you’d like a nice stretchy bandage for your wing?”
“What a good idea!” said Zog. Then up and off he flew, his bandage flapping wildly as he zigzagged through the blue.��
All the year four dragons were learning. . . Can you guess?
“Yes!” said Madam Dragon, “How to capture a princess!
Now that you’ve been shown, you can practice on your own. You ‘ll need to capture hundreds by the time you are fully grown.”��
Zog went off to practice.
He tried and tried and tried, but he simply couldn’t manage.
“I’m not good at this,” he cried. “I’ll never win a golden star!”
Just then he saw the girl, “Perhaps,” he said, “You’d like to capture me? I’m Princess Pearl.” “What a good idea!” said Zog.
Then up and off they flew, the princess gripping tightly as they zigzagged through the blue.��
“Ah,” said Madam Dragan. “Our first princess so far. Congratulations, Zog, my dear. You’ve won a golden star!”
Zog was proud and happy and Pearl felt good as well. She took the dragon’s temperatures and nurse them when they fell.��
A year went by and in Year Five the dragons learned to fight.