Julian wanted to train a dragon. After seeing that cartoon a thousand times over, he had already constructed a carefully cutout cardboard shield, next came the bow and arrow and now, as his fifth birthday approached, he stated firmly that he wanted a black, fire breathing flying dragon, untamed of course.
Mummy sighed. Julian was getting quite insistent and she was getting a tad bit exasperated with his repeated claims. He’d even called Grandma and asked for the same.
Birthday morning arrived and so did Grandma.
“He’s still on the lookout for his dragon,” Mum told Grandma helplessly.
Grandma smiled and said she was taking Julian downtown to choose his own gift. An hour later, Julian rushed into the kitchen.
“Mummy, look what Grandma got me!” he squealed, cradling a black puppy in his arms.
“And guess what? I get to train him!” he rushed off excitedly to show Dad.
“I told him he needed the most training of all, even more than a dragon,” said Grandma, her eyes twinkling.
Mummy just raised her hands in a show of defeat. Kids! Sometimes it took the simplest of things to get through to them!