Daisy the Shy Dragon and the Kind Knight
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Deep in the Misty Mountains, there lived a dragon named Daisy.
Now, Daisy was no fire-breathing terror. She was shy, so shy that even her smoke came out as tiny puffs of nervous fog.
Whenever knights rode past her cave, she hid behind her tail and whispered, “Oh dear, another one! He’ll probably ask me to roar or duel or something loud!”
The truth was, Daisy didn’t like being scary. She preferred knitting scarves, sipping cocoa, and watching clouds drift by.
Still, rumors spread across the kingdom: “The fierce dragon of Misty Peak guards golden treasure!”
And one day, a kind knight named Ned decided to visit her cave. But not to fight her…To say hello!
The Knight Who Forgot His Sword
Sir Ned wasn’t like other knights. He wasn’t interested in fighting or fame; he liked baking cookies and making friends.
As he trotted up the mountain on his wobbly horse, he realized something. “Oh no! I forgot my sword! Again!”
He shrugged. “Well, maybe dragons prefer cookies to swords anyway.” When he reached Daisy’s cave, he peeked in and said cheerfully, “Hello there! Anyone home? I brought snacks!”
A small cloud of steam puffed out from behind a rock. Then, a nervous voice replied, “I-I’m busy polishing my scales!” “That’s okay,” said Ned kindly. “I’ll wait. Cookies taste better when shared!”
Daisy peeked out, her eyes wide. “You’re not here to… slay me?” “Slay you?” Ned laughed. “No! I can’t even slay a pancake without burning it!” Daisy giggled, a tiny smoky snort.
Cookies, Confessions, and a Small Roar
As the sun set, the two new friends sat outside the cave, sharing cookies and stories.
Ned told Daisy about his horse who always sneezed at flowers, and Daisy confessed she’d been pretending to be “fierce” just so knights would leave her alone.
“Well,” said Ned, munching, “you don’t have to be fierce to be amazing.” Daisy smiled shyly. “Do you really think so?”
“Of course! You’re kind, clever, and you make great cocoa! That’s heroic enough for me.” Feeling brave, Daisy decided to show Ned her “roar.”
She took a deep breath, puffed out her chest, and went—“Rooooo… eee!”
A puff of smoke came out shaped like a heart. Ned clapped. “That’s the sweetest roar I’ve ever seen!”
The Dragon with a New Dream
From that day on, Daisy didn’t hide when knights came by. Instead, she greeted them with cookies and warm tea.
Soon, her cave became famous—not for gold or danger—but for the Best Bakery on Misty Peak.
Ned helped her paint a sign:
“No battles, just biscuits!”
The villagers loved her treats, and Daisy finally felt proud, because bravery, she realized, wasn’t about roaring the loudest…
It was about opening your heart (and sometimes your oven).
And every evening, as the sun dipped behind the hills,
Ned and Daisy shared cocoa and laughed,
because friendship, like fire, glows brightest when shared.
The End !
