I saw a flash of pink in the garden, and a shy little dragon jumped in fright as she saw me. I called to her but she quickly turned her back to run away.
I noticed someone else watching her:
"Shhhhh, be vewwy vewwy quiet" he said "I'm hunting dwagons"
"You're not hunting anything in my garden sir!"
He laughed "No of course not, it's just that I've always wanted to say that. I watched a lot of cartoons in my younger days. I'm a dragon tamer, not hunter. Young dragons are very timid creatures, I teach them how to adapt to living around people - well, some people, the nice ones who understand them" he said, looking me up and down.
"How do you catch them to tame" I asked
"Oh easy peasy" he replied "I just have to hide my net behind my back, and coax them down with a piece of nice coal for their flame"
The little dragon peeped curiously over the edge of a hollow log and watched us talking.
She wriggled closer and perched on an old kitchen colander hanging from the fernery.
Her curiosity soon got the better of her and she alighted on the dragon tamer's shoulder without him even needing his net.
Before long she was accepting coal from his hand and chattering happily in dragonese as she chewed it. After a tiny burp of flame, she settled onto my hand and preened her pink and golden scales.
Of course, someone else in the family fancies themselves to be a dragon tamer too and had to get into the act
The dragon tamer is my own work and the dragon was designed many years ago by Australian dollmaker Fiona McDonald and sewn by me.