The young dragon snuffled quietly.
Thin trails of smoke curled silently upwards over his head.
He looked at his mother with sad eyes.
One lone tear trickled down his little dragon snout.
"But...but.. I don't want to eat the villagers, "
he sniffed.
He wiped the tear away
with his scaly green arm
and sighed.
"It's okay,"
said his mother.
"You don't have to."
We're vegetarians.
