This is pretty much a rough draft so, if you have any suggestions, such as a title name, please tell me. I hope you enjoy.



Once there was a dragon that was never defeated by any other animal. Through his might, his craftiness, his powerful wings, and his majestic body that sparkled like jewels, the dragon was the master over everything. No bird or other animal could fly higher than the dragon, no animal could out-run him, and he breathed fire that could destroy anything in an instant. The dragon was called Braufer.
One day, Braufer was sleeping high in a mountain in his giant cave, during a thunderstorm. Braufer was tired and snoring loudly, when a small, plain and ordinary sparrow hopped up to one of his enormous eyes. Braufer awoke to the sparrow’s tiny tapping, and snarled, “How dare an ordinary bird with nothing special or powers enter the mighty Braufer’s cave?”
The sparrow shivered and spoke with a frightened voice, “I am so very sorry for intruding, great dragon, but I must ask if I can use this cave for the night as it is cold and so wet outside?”
“No!” yelled the dragon. “There are many places a tiny snack like you can hide in this storm! Go out, and leave me alone!”
“Please,” cried the sparrow, “I am such a small creature compared to you and this cave. I would only take a tiny space from you. I have looked everywhere, I’m separated from the other sparrows, and this is the only place I could find. I’ll do anything to pay you back when the sun is out.”
Braufer growled back, “No, find somewhere else! Get out of here before I snap you up!”
Looking at the dragon’s huge, gleaming teeth, the sparrow was frightened and flew sadly away into the wet, cold night.

When the storm had passed, Braufer was thirsty and decided to go get a drink from the lake. As the dragon began to land with his widespread wings, all the other animals around the lake dashed away with fear. But just when he was about to take a cold sip of water from the giant blue lake, his wings still fanned out to make him look impressive, a huge gust of wind hit Braufer so hard, that he flipped upside down into the middle of the lake. This happened to be the dragon’s one weakness- that he could not swim. He snarled at himself, angry that he had fallen in front of anyone who was looking, and began to fly out, when he realized his wings were soaked and he was sinking down into the bottom of the lake. Braufer roared out with fear, so loud that his voice echoed through the forest. A moment later, a sparrow landed on the snout of the dragon, who was shrieking in fear. “Hello,” said the sparrow, “Do you remember me?”
“No,” said the dragon miserably, “I am about to drown.”
“I’m the sparrow that was in your cave during the thunderstorm,” said the sparrow, “and I’ll be right back.”
Braufer rolled his eyes. “Like that will help,” he said. “Help!” he continued yelling, but no other animal came, because they were all too afraid of the mighty dragon.
A minute later, the sparrow returned with a couple twigs and plopped them in the water next to the dragon’s head. “What are you trying to do?” yelled Braufer. “Bury me?” He snorted, even though he was continuing to sink.
A few minutes later, the sparrow returned with more twigs. He ignored the dragon’s constant cruelty towards him and worked his little wings as hard as he could, carrying load after load of twigs to the lake. By nighttime, the cold, wet dragon was so sure that he would drown, that he ignored the sparrow and waited for his death in the cold water. The sparrow had made so many flights back and forth that he couldn’t fly one more inch and dropped the last two twigs by the dragon’s head. He sat on Braufer’s nose and drooped his tired feathers. “Well,” he said, out of breath, “I think you can try to get out now.” The dragon opened his eyes, and there before him was a huge pile of twigs and branches. He hurriedly grabbed onto the mesh of floating debris and scrambled free from the lake. Braufer looked back at the twigs and asked the sparrow, “Where did all of that come from? Did you ask another dragon to help me?”
“No,” said the exhausted sparrow. “I did it.”
“All of it?” asked Braufer. “Hah! A little sparrow could not possibly put so many branches in a pile that a dragon as big as me could use it to climb out!”
The sparrow looked with his tiny eyes into the giant eye of the dragon. “It took me all day and almost all night, but I did it,” he said.
“Why would no one else help me, when you, who I refused help to that night in my cave did?”
“I don’t know,” said the sparrow, “but it would have been wrong not to help.”
“Why?” asked the dragon, in a quiet voice.
“Because we should always treat others the way we wish to be treated even if they were not kind to us. At least, that is what I believe.”
Braufer looked at the sparrow with amazement and said, “You know, I never did ask you your name.”
The sparrow replied, “Actually, I don’t even have a name-which I know of.”
“Well,” said Braufer, smiling, “From this day forward you will be named my Friend, and you will never leave me, for I will guard you and help you for the rest of your life—if you want me to, that is. For I was wrong to not let you share my cave and I’d understand if you hated me for it.”
“No!” said the sparrow happily, “I am proud to be your Friend.”