The Little Dragon Who Couldn’t Breathe Fire

Once upon a time, in a valley full of roaring dragons, there lived a small dragon named Draco. Every dragon in the valley could breathe great flames — red, gold, and blue — lighting up the night sky. But poor Draco… no matter how hard he tried, he could only puff out tiny clouds of warm air.

“Come on, Draco! Try again!” laughed the older dragons, sending fireballs high above his head. Draco tried — he huffed, puffed, and coughed — but not even a spark appeared.

Feeling ashamed, Draco hid behind a hill and whispered, “Maybe I’m not a real dragon after all.”

One morning, as Draco sighed sadly, his soft breath brushed over the ground — and something amazing happened. Tiny flowers began to bloom wherever his breath touched! Bright bluebells, golden daisies, and pink tulips danced in the sunlight.

The other dragons came flying over and gasped.
“Wow, Draco! You made the valley beautiful!”

Draco smiled shyly. He finally understood — he didn’t need fire to be special. His breath brought life, not flames. From that day on, Draco proudly filled the valley with color, teaching everyone that being different could be wonderful.

💫 Moral of the Story:

Everyone has a special gift — even if it’s not what others expect. True strength comes from accepting yourself and sharing what makes you unique.