This ist a story that ist perhaps better not told. And yet, it may provide a better view for you to learn more of the wonderful, amazing human girl that I like to call Dragon Little. 

When her father ist gone into his waking world, where he does things that we can never know and never guess, his daughter, Dragon Little, the girl named Joy Shelley, has a universe of her own to spend time with by herself. 

Certainly, the world ist mostly empty without the dreamer to give it life, but some planets, some locations, do stay behind, though empty of creatures. 

One time, when Dragon Little was four years old, she took Bonny’s Revenge, their flying pirate ship, into the highest cloud in the sky in Cloud City. 

Cloud City was empty, of course, but the clouds in Cloud City were clouds that one could walk on. 

She hopped off the ship, went to the edge of the cloud, and peered down without fear. 

It was quite a distance downwards. 

She then took off her pants and panties, crouched down, and peed into the air. 

She stood up, put her pants and panties back on, and looked down at the water falling. 

Then she smiled. 

I have seen that mischievous smile many times before. 

She sprinted to Bonny’s Revenge, which was waiting for her nearby, the plank of the ship providing a gate from the cloud to the ship itself. She ran on the plank, jumped onto the deck and continued to run towards the wheel without breaking stride.

She took the ship slowly out at first, then aimed it down, and whizzed down at high speed. 

I understood now what she was doing: She was racing the pee, trying to get to the ocean before it. 

There she was now, parallel to the pee. She was looking at it sideways from the wheel and laughed with triumph. “Ha-ha!” 

She edged Bonny’s Revenge closer and closer. 

Then she accelerated downwards and sideways. 

Now she was right underneath the pee, as both were still falling, still a long way to go until the ocean. 

Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Dragon Father appeared on the deck. He had fallen asleep and now joined Dragon Little in his dream. 

Dragon Little gave a small gasp, a tiny hiccup, at the surprise, which moved the wheel just a bit, which slowed Bonny’s Revenge just a tad, which sprayed all the pee on Dragon Father. 

He looked up, angry, not sure yet what he was smelling or what his face was filled with. But he was certain who was responsible. 

“Joy!” he shouted. “What! Did you! Do?!”

—Told by The Red Dragon