So Grandad sat Little Leon on his knee and began a story he used to tell Mummy and Uncle Tony when they were tiny .......
Once upon a time in a land far far away, (but not where far far away Gramma lives..), There lived a Dragon, his name was Puff and he was a magic Dragon. Puff had a little friend called Peter. Peter visited Puff in the cave where he lived every day, Puff usually lit a fire with his dragon breath, keeping Peter safely behind him of course so he didnt get burned and they ate marsh mallows together.
Well one day Peter went to visit Puff and he was very very sad. His pilot light had gone out and he couldnt light a fire to toast the marsh mallows. Well, they both sat quietly in the cool cave wondering what to do, when Peter had an idea.....
|Marsh mallows anyone......?|
So, Daddy, Mummy and a plate of scones and Peter went out of the cottage, through the gate and up the hill to the cave where Puff lived. Puff was looking very sad, little curls of smoke coming out of his nose where his dragons breath should be. Daddy was a little nervous, but Peter explained to puff that Daddy had a magic flame that would put his pilot light back on. So Daddy leaned forward, Puff opened his mouth and Daddy lit the pilot light and jumped back. Puff burped and a little flame shot out of his nose!
Woo Peter was thrilled, so was Puff and Mummy and Daddy. So Puff toasted marshmallows, Daddy lit his pipe and started to tell Puff stories of when he was a little boy and came to visit Puffs Daddy and Mummy made buttered scones for them all!