Literature
Pleep the Dragon Book II
Book II Chapter I
FROM THE DRAGONS POINT OF VIEW:
Pleep was in a very strange place. At least he was no longer in pain. He did not know exactly what had happened, whatever it was had hurt though. It had felt like his skin was on fire and then he was falling from the sky. Now he was here, wherever here was. He seemed to be surrounded by some kind of green mist. There was no sky, nor mountains nor trees; in fact he had to stomp his feet to make sure there was ground beneath him. All he could see was the mist. The mist was full of light and in many shades of swirling green and was not too unpleasant for green was his favorite color, besides gold that is. However, it had a very unpleasant smell like that of rotting bodies and spoiled fruit.
Dragons liked fresh meat and fruit, toasted by preference; they were not scavengers but hunters by nature. Fruit they ate because it gave them vitamins that meat did not have and they needed, but they only needed it about once a
