Once upon a time, there was a dragon. As dragons went it was a fine enough dragon- flighty, fast, and powerful. It had the longest, widest wings of any dragon its size, and it could fly faster and higher than any dragon alive. This dragon was different from other dragons. As it soared through the sky, fat and fast on wings that seemed almost too large for it, it was clumsy, awkward and not at all graceful. And the other dragons watched it fly, shaking their horned heads and worrying in low voices. So one day the other dragons decided to take action. When it was sleeping, they crept up from the shadows and took from the dragon the thing that made it clumsy. Then they stole back into the darkness to watch the dragon, newly relieved of its clumsiness. As the dragon woke up, it looked around. Its nesting place was still dark, for the sun was only beginning to rise. Slowly, swaying from side to side, it made its way to the ledge from which it took off on flights, and with each step it took, the sun painted more of the sky with colors. The dragon wasn't interested in colors- not the beautiful gold orange that streaked the heaven, nor the dark crimson that stained the clouds and was reflected in the vast ocean below. It loved only to fly. Finally, the dragon reached the ledge. For a moment it stood as still as a statue, looking far out, as if planning the course it would fly that day. The other dragons held their breaths, wondering what the clumsy dragon would do. Then the dragon moved. Closing its eyes, the dragon hurled itself into the wind. Air swirled past the dragon's smooth skin as it was lifted far off and away from where it had originally begun. As the other dragons watched from the darkness of the ledge, the heavens claimed the