“What’s today, Dad?”

Dragon Little and Dragon Father were waiting in the forest to ambush evil fairies when Dragon Little asked this. Recently, Dragon Little was obsessed with the days of the week. 

“It’s, uh… It’s Monday, Joy.” 

“So it’s TwoDay!” she raised two fingers. 

“It’s the second day of the week,” he explained patiently, “but it’s called Monday.” 

“That’s a stupid name,” she waved his remark aside. “I’ll call it TwoDay! Yesterday was OneDay! Tomorrow is ThreeDay! Then FourDay!” 

“Joy, Joy, listen to me. You can’t make up names of the week.” 

“The names are wrong. It’s FourDay!” 

“But, Joy,” he was losing patience. “If you make up your own names, no one will understand you when you talk to them!” 

“After FourDay,” she continued, “There’s FiveDay. Then SixDay…”

“Joy, are you listening to me? This is the same as with the squashbuckler thing. No one will understand you when you talk!” 

“Then SevenDay…” 

“Joy! Listen! To! Me! I am--” 

“Then EightDay…

“--Saving you troub--Eightday?”

“Then NineDay.” 

He sighed. “NineDay?” 

“Then TenDay. Then we start again from OneDay.” 

“I see. Okay.” He buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily. “Joy, if I don’t argue with you, what are the chances you’ll forget this crazy idea of yours in a few days?”

“Huh?” 

He sighed heavily again and raised his head. “Right!” He looked aside and peered between the leaves of their hiding place. “Oh, look, the fairies are here. Let’s go ambush them!” 

“Yai!” Dragon Little whispered softly, as he had taught her, so as not to make any noise.

—Told by The Red Dragon