Dragon Little was still on the ground, her mouth and chin bloody, but more blood no longer ran. 

Dragon Father stood above her, suddenly highly suspicious. 

The Wicked Witch lay on the ground a hundred meters away, forgotten by the two. All this had begun when she was shot down by Dragon Father. Her flying broom continued out of control and smashed into Dragon Little’s face, causing her to fall, get hit for the first time I had ever seen her in her father’s dream, bleed for the first time I’d ever seen her, and lose her ‘shaky’ tooth. 

Dragon Little had not minded. In fact, she had been very happy that now she can go to plant the tooth on Tooth Island, grow a tooth tree, and climb it to have an adventure with the Tooth Fairy. 

“Joy…” Dragon Father said, his voice full of foreboding, “Did you jump in front of the broom so it would hit you?” 

“I didn’t jump,” she said simply. 

“Did you move when it came closer so it would hit you in the face?” 

She shrugged. “I donnoe.” 

“Joy… did you get hit in the face on purpose so you could lose a tooth?” 

“I donnoe.” 

“ ‘I don’t know’ means you did! Joy! That’s dangerous!” 

“Didn’t hurt.” 

“You could have lost other teeth!” 

“Didn’t hurt.” 

“You could have been seriously injured!” 

“Didn’t hurt.” 

Dragon Father put his finger in front of her face. “You never, ever, ever, ever do that again! You never get hurt on purpose!” 

Dragon Little stood up and put a finger in front of Dragon Father’s face. “I said! It didn’t! Hurt!” 

Dragon Father straightened and breathed deep, clearly thinking what to do. 

“Let’s go to Tooth Island!” Dragon Little said. 

Dragon Father thought for a few seconds, then said. “All right. But if you do that again, we will never go--” 

And with that, he vanished. 

Dragon Little looked around. Most of the Wicked Witch’s world had disappeared. The castle in the distance vanished as well. 

In front of Dragon Little, the Wicked Witch came to her feet, hurt. 

“Come on,” Dragon Little motioned to the Wicked Witch. “Let’s put you in prison.” 

The Wicked Witch bowed her head and came obediently.

—Told by The Red Dragon