Flora and the Magic Dragon

Flora skipped down Primrose Lane, her bright yellow wellies squeaking on the pavement. She was on her way to visit her Grandma Dot, who always had the best biscuits and the sparkliest stories. Grandma Dot’s house smelled of warm bread and lavender. “Flora, darling!” she chirped, pulling Flora into a hug. “Look what I found tucked away in the attic!” Grandma Dot presented Flora with a big, chunky colouring book. The cover showed a picture of a sleeping dragon, all in black and white. “It’s a magic colouring book, sweetie,” Grandma Dot whispered, her eyes twinkling. “Whatever you colour in, comes to life!” Flora’s eyes widened. She grabbed a bright red crayon and carefully coloured in the dragon’s nose. Suddenly, the paper nose twitched! Flora giggled. Next, she coloured the dragon’s wing a brilliant blue. *Whoosh!* The blue wing flapped gently on the page. It was working! Flora, getting bolder, coloured the dragon’s tummy a sunshine yellow. As she finished, a tiny puff of yellow smoke came out of the book! The dragon started to stir. But oh dear! Flora had used ALL the yellow on the dragon’s tummy. Now the sun in the picture was just a blank white circle. Uh oh! Flora looked at Grandma Dot, worried. “The sun has gone blank!” she cried. “Now the dragon will be grumpy because it’s not sunny anymore!” Grandma Dot smiled. “Don’t you worry, petal,” she said, winking. “That’s why you have more crayons!” Flora grabbed her brightest yellow crayon and coloured the sun as quickly as she could. As soon as the last bit of yellow touched the page, the dragon stretched, yawned a tiny yawn, and blinked its bright green eyes. The sun shone brightly on the page, and the dragon smiled a teeny, tiny smile. “Phew!” said Flora. “That was close!” She gave Grandma Dot a big hug. Magic colouring books were definitely the best!