Dragon Snot
“PaPa!” Logan shouted.
“He’s sick.”
“Who, Logan?”
“Snapple.”
Rather perplexed, PaPa Jim scratched his head.
“Who’s Snapple?”
“My dragon.”
“Oh,” PaPa said trying to hide his smile. “I didn’t know you had a dragon. Where does he live?
“In the woods. We
have to bring him gumdrops. He has a cold.”
Now, PaPa Jim loved Logan with all his heart so he decided
to play along. Side-by-side they walked
into woods, a bag of gumdrops clutched firmly in Logan’s little hand. But, alas, no Snapple.
“Maybe he’s sleeping,” PaPa said. “Let’s leave the candy by
this tree and he can get it when he wakes up.
Do you think that would be ok?”
Disappointed, Logan sighed. “Ok.”
On the way to the house PaPa
asked, “Logan, how do you know Snapple has a cold?”
Logan walked over to
a rock and pointed at a gooey, icky glob.
“Yuck, what’s that?” PaPa asked.
“Dragon snot.”
Oh, of course. Dragon
snot. He should’ve known.
