Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a small village nestled at the foot of a great mountain. The villagers lived happily, they but often heard a gentle rumble from the mountain, like the softest of snores. They whispered to each other, “The Sleepy Dragon must be dreaming.”
The Sleepy Dragon was unlike any other dragon. He was enormous, with shimmering scales that sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight. But despite his size, he was the gentlest creature anyone could ever meet. He had a heart as big as the mountain he called home, and he loved nothing more than to watch over the village from above.
Every night, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle, the Sleepy Dragon would curl up in his cozy cave. He would close his eyes and listen to the sounds of the village below¡ªthe laughter of children, the clinking of pots and pans, and the soft whispers of bedtime stories.
One evening, a little girl named Lily decided to climb the mountain to see the dragon for herself. She had heard the stories and wanted to know if the Sleepy Dragon was real. With a lantern in hand, she made her way up the winding path. As she reached the cave, she saw the dragon, fast asleep, his breath coming in gentle puffs that made the lantern flicker.
Lily sat down quietly beside him and watched as he dreamed. She could see the peace in his face and felt a warmth in her heart. She realized that the Sleepy Dragon wasn’t something to be afraid of; was he a guardian, watching over them all.
From that night on, Lily would visit the dragon whenever she could. She would tell him stories of the village, and he would listen with his eyes half-closed, a contented smile on his face. The villagers soon discovered Lily’s visits and began to leave gifts of flowers and fruits at the base of the mountain for the Sleepy Dragon.
Years passed, and the Sleepy Dragon became a beloved part of the village’s legend. Children would gather around the fire at bedtime, listening to stories of the gentle giant who watched over them. And every night, as the stars came out, the Sleepy Dragon would curl up in his cave, knowing that he was loved and appreciated.
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