The Sparkling Dragon

In a high mountain lived a little dragon named Sparky. He was the smallest dragon of them all. While others breathed fire, Sparky only blew sparkles. The big dragons laughed, 'You can't even make a flame!' Sparky lowered his head and curled his tail around his feet. But he loved his sparkles; they danced in the sunlight.

One windy day, a storm blew through the mountain. Dark clouds rolled in, and lightning flashed. The great bonfire that warmed the dragons went out! They huddled together, shivering. 'What will we do?' they cried. 'We can't be warm without the fire!' Sparky watched the big dragons worry.

Sparky took a deep breath. 'I can help!' he shouted. 'I will use my sparkles!' The other dragons looked surprised. 'But how can sparkles help?' they asked. Sparky smiled and flew high into the sky. He filled the air with his magical sparkles.

The sparkles twinkled and shined, lighting up the dark clouds. They danced around, making the storm fade away. Soon, the sun peeked out, warming the mountains again! The dragons cheered, 'Hooray for Sparky!' The thing that had made him different all along was exactly what had saved them.