The Shopping Dragon.

I wrote this a while ago for my granddaughter Scarlett. My wife tells me that she still gets a kick out of it so I thought that you or some young friend might enjoy it?


He was well known in his local area but in other lands no one had heard of the Shopping Dragon.

He wasn’t the kind of dragon who went around breathing fire all the time, he was conscious of saving the planet and besides, he was getting on in years.

Dragons rarely lived much more than 1253 years and he was well over that.


It is said that in his younger days he used to hang out with some of the Muppets. It was mostly the crazy drummer guy, but occasionally the whole band would turn up.


Once, Kermit came along and sang some of his songs; that was a big night and it went on way past most people’s bedtime.

Next day everyone was grumpy, but it was worth it for it had been a great night.


I suppose you are wondering why they called him the Shopping Dragon.


Most of his friends had names like ‘Death From Above’, or ‘The Dragon Who Ate Paris’, or ‘That Dragon Who Forgets Everyone’s Name’, but he didn’t mind because he really did enjoy shopping.

Mostly he stuck to shopping at the larger shopping malls as he often got stuck if he tried to fit into one of those smaller stores.


It was true that they had nicer stuff but constantly getting stuck was a bit of a drag.


His absolute favourite shopping experience was an outdoors market.


Sometimes he would hang around at the Hot Dog Stand and help them heat up the food. They don’t ask him to do this too often because of that ‘burning down the Hot dog Stand’ incident a year or two back.

He says that it was probably not his fault, but it was best to be on the safe side.

One thing that shopping did was make him very tired.


When he got home at the end of a long day of shopping he would unpack his stuff, have a long hot bath and jump into bed where he would read a book about Dragons in the olden days before falling asleep.


Next morning he would bounce out of bed ready for another day of mystery shopping.

Can you believe that they paid him to do the thing he loved the most; shopping?


What sort of job would you like to be paid to do?



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Zed’s approach to life is damn near perfect.

He sleeps until something interesting starts to happen, and when it does he is ‘instant on’.

Everything is interesting.

A game is only an old toilet roll or a sock away.

He comes when he is called without the need for reward.

He would love to take over, but he doesn’t because he knows that I’m leading the way, but if I falter he is ready to assume command.

He may look like he is asleep, but he’s always on alert, as that black and white sheep dog next door could attack at any moment; the bloke who delivers stuff could come to the front door, or another dog in the neighbourhood could give the alarm.

He knows that waiters and waitresses are wonderful people who bring food to our table, some of which might come his way, but all other humans are potentially evil. Once he gets to know you and decides that you are worthy of inclusion into the pack he is always happy to see you, even if you have been away for a long time.

He knows that small children and little old ladies are going to cause trouble, but he deals with them in different ways. Small children get frequent warnings ‘to stay away’. Mostly they are smart enough to get the message, but little old ladies don’t listen and believe that they can tame anything, so they keep on coming even though the humans tell them not to. Zed lets them pat him, but as they withdraw they get a sharp reminder that you don’t approach a dog, you let him/her approach you.

Zed knows that lying in sunlight is one of life’s best things and that when your sister says the game is over, it’s over!

He also knows when one of the humans in his house is feeling low he does the only thing he is capable of, he stays very close.

He loves riding in cars and going for walks especially with the big dogs across the road. He would love to sort out the naughty one, and he has tried a couple of times, but his big heart is outmatched by her considerable size. Even though they are uneasy friends, Zed does enjoy a ‘pack walk’ and particularly with big dogs.

Image Generally speaking, if he were a little bit calmer he would have the perfect outlook on life but then again, if he were a bit calmer he would not be Zed, and that would be sad.