On Christmas morning, Monica’s new pet was cute. It pounced on the discarded wrapping and took scraps from her plate. She named him Prancer.
As the months went by, they were inseparable. Monica taught Prancer tricks, and it slept at the foot of her bed. She took great care of her new friend. Her parents were pleased that she had learned to be so responsible.
But as Prancer continued to grow, it became apparent that it didn’t have enough space, and her parents steeled themselves for a difficult conversation.
A dragon isn’t just for Christmas but a pet for life.

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