| The fresh, clean frangrance of summer grasses drifts along the soft breeze that flows from the flowery meadow beyond the forest's edge. You tip your face to the sky to inhale the heady scent of spring. Not looking at the ground, you fail to see the tangle of branches up ahead. You stumble, falling to your hands and knees on the soft forest floor. Instantly, you hear a shrill, angry hiss followed by a sequence of sharp clicks. Not heeding the warning, you creep forward and peer between the leafy branches of the downed tree. Tucked amidst the branches in a bed of soft grasses, you see the strangest creature. It appears to be a small dragon, but they don't exist. The creature darts forward, almost nipping your nose. You back away and take one last look before deciding to leave. As you walk away, you wonder whether or not there might be more of these "dragons". |
