Ok, now I am going to seriously defend myself on this one.  This wasn't written with any attempt at trying to write it well.  I was at work, bored to death, and wrote a note to my sister, and this was in the note.  I'd forgotten about it until she gave it to me the other day.  She went through all the notes I'd written her and found the ones that had stories of some form or another in them.  Oh well, I guess this is kind of a kids story but who cares.  hehe.
FIDO
It was a hot day, but that did not upset Fido.  No, it didn't upset him at all.  Fido is a dragon.  Not a dragon in the way you might think.  Perhaps I should elaborate.  Fido is a dragon.  He does, if he feels the need to do so, or if he just feels like it, breath fire.  This talent comes in helpful if it's cold, which it isn't at the moment.  He has spikes.  Not hard, sharp or fearsom spikes like the older dragons have.  Unless he feels the need to fight, his spikes are soft.  In fact, one could sit on his spiked back with moderate comfort.  This is not saying that it would be the most comfortable seat, but it could serve as one.  Only the three spikes at the end of his tail are constantly sharp and hard.  Those spikes are his true weapon, much better than his teeth or his almost nonexistent claws.  In fact, despite the fact that he was a dragon, he wasn't feared by those few who knew him.  In fact, he was laughed at by the few people who'd encountered him.  After all, who'd ever heard of a polka dotted dragon?  That wasn't the most peculiar thing about him though.  Definitely the most odd thing about Fido, was that he was friendly.
Yes, you heard right.  Fido is the friendly dragon.  He is so friendly that he cries if he accidently steps on a bug.
Fido is very friendly, but he's also very lonely.  Even though he is a friendly dragon, nobody wants to be his friend.  Nobody trusts Fido, because he is, no matter how friendly, still a dragon.
It was on this hot day, which Fido loved, that he finally decided to set out in search of a friend.  So he left his rather large cave, stretched, and gave a big dragon yawn.  He set out in search of a friend.
He walked for hours, searching all the while for a friend.  Several birds, growing tired of flying, settled onto his head and back, knowing that Fido would carry them, and not make any sudden moves which would knock them off his back.  No, Fido was too kind to make the tired little birds fall off.  He also liked having birds riding on his back.
A little baby squirrel was running near Fido.  Fido saw that the baby squirrel was crying.
"Little squirrel,"  Fido said, coming to a slow , careful stop.  Several of the birds, seeing that they wer not moving, and probably in a hurry to get somewhere, left Fido's back.
The little squirrel saw Fido, and screamed, much as any squirrel can scream.
"Please don't eat me!"  The baby squirrel cried.
"why are you crying, poor little baby squirrel?"  Fido asked.  "Why are you sad?"
"I lost my mommy!"  Sobbed the little squirrel.  "I don't know where she is, and I want to find her!"
"Well, " Fido lowered his head, stretching out an ear to make a ramp for the little baby squirrel to run up.  "Climb up onto my head, and we'll go find your mommy."
"You won't eat me?" Asked the squirrel.
"Of course I won't eat you!"
Squeaking happily, the squirrel ran up Fido's ear and to the top of Fido's head.
"Now," Fido asked, starting to walk slowly.  The squirrel held onto Fido's  ear with his small paws.  "What does your mother look like?"
"Os, she's very pretty," Said baby squirrel.  "She has a big, bushy tail, and brown fur, and pretty little black eyes."
Fido and the baby squirrel, accompanied by a few tired birds, searched for the momma squirrel.  They searched every tree, and under every rock.  They searched the ground, and the birds searched the air for them.  They searched everywhere.  But they didn't find momma squirrel.
So they searched some more.  They searched the trees twice.  They searched under all the rocks twice.  The searched the ground again, and the air again.  Finally, growing thirsty, they decided to search the river.
"Momma!"  Cried baby squirrel.
And there was momme squirrel, running down the sides of the river, and calling for her baby.
"Momma!"
Fido lowered his head and the baby squirrel ran happily to his momma, and both squirrels turned and ran back to the trees.
Fido sighed, took a drink of water, and then curled up on the ground, tired from his day of squirrel searching and bird carrying, and he stil lhadn't found a friend.
"Tomorrow," Fido said.  "I will ifnd my friend tomorrow.  Now I will sleep."
And Fido went to sleep.

The next morning was cold, and even though Fido preferred hot days, he didn't really mind the cold too much.
He set out early, wanting very much to find a friend.
It wasn't long before he saw a little girl.  A little girl with blond curls.  In fact, it was a very pretty little girl.  She was running away from a woman, crying and screaming.
"Little girl!"  Fido said.  "What is wrong?"
"She wan't me to take a nap," Said the little girl.  "And I don't want to take a nap!"
"Is that your mommy?"
"Yes, and she wants me to take a nap."
"Well, you have to take a nap then," Fido said.  "Your mommy knows what is best for you, and it is best for you to take a nap."
"Why?"
"Because little girls need naps.  Little girls have to do what their mommies tell them to do."
"But I don't want to take a nap!  I'm not tired."
"Well I am!"  Fido said.  "If you take a nap, I'll take one with you also.  I'm so tired, and I know that my mommy would want me to take a nap.  Maybe we can be friends."
"Friends?"  The little girl asked.  "What's your name?"
"Fido," Said Fido.
"Oh, I'm Amberose.  I would like to be your friend."
"Good, let's take a nap then.  I can only be friends with good little girls who take naps like they are supposed to."
"Okay!"  Amberose curled up, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
Fido curled up next to Amberose, rested his head on her back, and went to sleep also.
He had found a friend.  And as long as Amberose was a good, obedient little girl, they would both be very happy.
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