Dragon Father picked up the sword, this time with calmness and confidence.
Dragon Little was sitting atop the highest branches of the tree, looking down at the clearing. She was five and a half years old and with five and a half years of experience in doing exactly what she wants rather than what her father wants.
The Big Bad Wolf, a giant, black-furred villain that walked on two, stood opposite Dragon Father and smiled, ready for a true and vicious fight this time.
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