Celebrate The Season: Winter
	Stories by Allen Morgan
	Art by Vladyana Krykorka
	Six stories - 72 pages

The Dragon Who Ate The Moon (part 3)

So Whoooosh! the Windman flew away Whoooosh! He blew himself high in the sky Whoooosh! He flew up higher and higher then Whoooosh! and Whoooosh! He blew that Dragon down from the sky to where Megan was waiting. Only Megan wasn't there any more. She was hiding herself up high in a tree amongst all the branches.

When the Dragon arrived on the ground he blinked his eyes and peered all around with a look of surprise. He seemed quite confused. The Windman had blown him so fast through the sky that he wasn't quite sure of the where and the why and what was still up and still down. He gave a small snort of smoke from his nose just in case there was danger nearby. There wasn't. He didn't see Megan up in the tree and he thought he was all alone. So he patted his belly and gave a small burp, then he opened his mouth and yawned.

This was just what Megan was waiting for. She could see the big bulge of the moon in his belly and she knew very well he'd be feeling sleepy from eating so much of a meal. She'd also learned a good deal about dragons from reading books and listening to stories. She knew that even the biggest Dragon could be charmed with a song and would do whatever you told it to do if you used your voice in a certain way. So Megan sang a lullaby, softly at first, then louder and stronger as the song slipped inside the Dragon's mind.

As Megan's song went along and along the Dragon's eyes got very heavy and before very long they were closed tight shut. Soon he began to snort and snore and Megan knew he was fast asleep and she could come back down to the ground.