Fruffy
Far away, in a land known only to a few,
lived a tiny dragon... who'll soon be known to you.
This hatchling, who was named by his mother,
has not been known by many others.
He wasn't the cutest, nor was he adorable.
When hatched, his father announced him quite deplorable!
The sweetness of the child was hidden,
and feelings of mother were somewhat guilt ridden...
To think, an egg that she had tended,
and from all predators, had defended,
could be so unloved by the dragon child's father,
had made her feel she'd just not bother
to ever want to in her lifetime tend
an egg that she had laid, again!
She wandered through the world so lost,
while defending Fruffy at any cost.
There is something that you should know,
as dragon mom watched Fruffy grow..
though he tried, and he tried..(and he did try!)
there was a glitch...Fruffy couldn't fly!
He'd take a run, and flap his wings,
and end up tangled up in things.
It happened time, after time, after time,
'til Fruffy just resigned to climb
and sit upon a tree branch, crying..
he just gave up, he just quit trying!
To have the look was bad enough,
but not to fly, it made things tough.
Fruffy grew....
and changed, as dragonchildren do,
his ungainliness noticed by quite a few
of the other dragon mothers who
without a thought, insults did spew..
They laughed, and said that they were glad,
the Fruffy egg, they hadn't had!
But Fruffy's mom ignored their jeers,
although at times, it caused her tears.
The tears were shed, while Fruffy slept,
and when he woke, no sad look crept
across the face of his dear mother...
She wouldn't have had the way any other.
In dragon years, two hundred ninety one,
when Fruffy became a teenaged son..
With dragon acne, on his snout,
he learned right there and then, to pout.
No good it did for mom to tell him,
it was just 'a stage' that had befell him.
One more burden, on his scaled back,
made any confidence instilled, now lack.
One day he announced, no more he'd listen,
to unkind words that made his eyes glisten.
He packed up all his worldy goods,
and trekked off through the misty woods,
hoping that all woes and care
would be left behind, right then and there.
He trudged, as dragons sometimes do,
until he came upon a view
of something wondrous and inspiring.
It kept his interest, without tiring!
He sat upon a hill so high,
in a cave... and watched the world go by.
The dragons in the world below,
weren't all perfect, weren't all show..
Some of them, ('though they could be flying),
just trudged through life, and kept on trying!
Their mission seemed, as Fruffy surmised it,
was just to help... and it quite surprised him.
Sometimes, they helped in little ways,
and other times, on the special days,
their help was indeed of gigantic measures...
saving mortals, or guarding treasures.
But on this one so special day,
Fruffy heard crying from far away.
He raised his head off the ground,
to try and pinpoint the woeful sound.
He listened, and he looked for hours,
wishing that he had his flying powers.
And then..... he saw the place....
he was even sure he saw a face!..
It was a maiden, crying in the mist,
so sad... Fruffy KNEW, he could assist!.
Well, the sound did something to our Fruffy..
he stretched his wings...and made them fluffy.
They never had been used for flying,
but there he was....... He was TRYING!!
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