[here today]

The dragon definitely wasn't suited for human society but he loved and protected an orphan boy.

There's a children's book about a dragon, too, called "There's no such thing as a dragon." A little boy found one in his bedroom one morning and went to tell his mother and she said "There's no such thing as a dragon." The more she denied him, the bigger he grew until he was bigger and under the house and lifted it up off its foundations and ran off with it! The father came home and found the house several blocks away. Eventually, the father acknowledge that there was a dragon there, patted it on it's head and the dragon shrunk down back into kitten-size again. The little boy said "I think he just wanted to be noticed."

I have a dragon in me. Cut off or frozen by the matriarchal values in my family which are/were more like the Snow Queen in the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Not blaming "them" (or me) -- it was what it was.

Now, though, I'd like a place where my kitten-size dragon could be noticed. And, maybe, accepted for itself.

Dragons, when not accepted, can carry a house away. Cutting them off isn't the answer either. There isn't always anybody else around, even for a very small boy. Or girl.