Unfortunately, our house has become infested with dragons.
Fire-breathing red dragons flew here a couple years ago from Cardiff, in Wales.
They were living with my dear friend Betty An Horaces Smith.
They are very dangerous indeed, as you can see.
I tried to hide from them when they arrived….
Fortunately, the little fellow, Penn, only eats breakfast cereal.
The baby bears want to keep him as a pet and teach him to do tricks. Can you imagine?!
Penn thinks he is a baby bear and I am his father. He follows me everywhere!
Penn’s mother, Saphira, takes very good care of little Penn….
But I’m not so sure I trust her around the baby bears.
Here she is giving them flying lessons. Come back here!
Fortunately, Cousins Doug and Claire are dragon trainers who speak fluent Dragonese. The bad news is that Cousins Doug and Claire don’t speak English, so I have no clue WHAT they are saying to the dragons! They do giggle a lot…and point at me….
Oh yeah, this is the dragon’s friend Jerome. He’s a giraffe who thinks he is a baby dragon. Don’t ask me why.
