On a sunny mountain stands a cozy stone dragon home. Fizzle tugs his tail and wags it playfully.
A tiny peep comes from the brambles. Fizzle creeps toward the wall and peers into the thorns.
Deep in the thorns, a fluffy blue chick is tangled. He cannot get out.
Uncle Ember tries to push through, but his broad shoulders get stuck. He pops back with a thud.
Aunt Blaze stretches her neck as far as she can, but her claws scrape the bush. She cannot reach.
Each dragon tries, but each one is too big. Fizzle crouches low and slips through a tiny gap.
Fizzle tugs and wiggles, one tiny claw at a time. The chick tumbles free into his open palms.
Fizzle sets the chick down on the sunny stones. The whole family gathers close to watch.
The chick lets out a loud, happy chirp and nuzzles into Fizzle's scales. He stands a little taller.
The sun warms his small green back. Fizzle smiles. He did it.