Violet: „Are you telling me a nice story dragon?“
The dragon smiles and begins, „When the little dragon decided to leave …!“
Violet grimaces: „Stop it, I said a nice story, not a sad one!“
„How can you know she’s sad if you do not listen?“ The dragon asks.
„If you go that’s sad!“ protests Violet.
„But not if I go away somewhere to come to you, right?“
Violet beams: „Oh sooo!“
„So!“ The dragon starts again:
„When the little dragon decided to leave, he grabbed the things he needed. Paper and pen and the rest was in his head or heart anyway. He took a big step from chapter 12 „December“ on epilogue and hopped over the cover to freedom. He breathed the fresh air. For the first time in 12 months the long year had lasted. All the words, the songs, the pictures he had left in that dusty sides, were so powerful and greedy they barely allowed the little dragon to breathe. Even the beautiful words like love, warmth, trust and tenderness always wanted more space to underline their truth. They needed to become bigger and bigger, because they knew that they were only words, an d have to fight for their existance against actions
Enough of the words guarded in this book, dicides the dragon. Now it is time to place the words out here. He looked around curiously. Down there on the beach he discovers a little girl in a purple dress and runs happily towards her! „
The little dragon runs through the door into the garden.
„Where are you going?“ asks Violet
„I decided to leave, he calls out of the garden. You should hurry, because you should be on the beach sooner then me! “