dragon wing, and body and claw and jaw, and head... but once he was high enough in the sky, they could see his elegant outline. The two dragons wheeled and danced and whirled in joy among the pearly grey night clouds.
Chandi, Grandma, Dad and Joya watched the first rays of the rising sun catch the underside of the dragons' wings as they raced through the sky together. Then they paused in mid-air, took a huge breath and shot out two mile-long comet tails of golden fire across the sky. Before it faded, they darted forwards, flying around like crazy, up, down, round and round, this way and that.
Chandi was worried. Had the brain damage caused by the arrow made Mr Dragon lose his ability to fly straight? Was that just a temporary recovery? Was she going to have to watch him plummet to earth again? But then she saw, written in fiery letters across the sky:
THANK YOU CHANDI X X X
They all laughed with joy and clapped their hands (though everyone except Chandi was doing it in a vague, confused sleep-walky sort of way).
Then, as Mr Dragon stayed circling high up in the morning sky, Ms Dragon wheeled back towards them again. She let out a soft fog of breath over them all and one by one they fell asleep properly. Even the fairies. Even Chandi.
When she woke up, she was tucked in a cosy little gwely just in time for brecwast.
At the brecwast table, she looked closely at Dad to see if he remembered anything, but – apart from looking rather tired – he didn't seem any different. He saw her staring at him over her glass of milk and opened his mouth to speak.
"Uh-oh! He remembers!" thought Chandi. But all he said was...
"Why have you got moss in your hair, girl? Now go and get dressed. We've got a long cycle ride ahead of us."
The End
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