Five-year-old Zooey’s eyes fluttered. She felt especially warm and cozy wrapped up in all of these blankets in front of Gerliliam’s fireplace. She opened her eyes just long enough to see that her four siblings were still sleeping all around her and that made her feel safe. The fire was the only light in the room, and since the dragon lived under a tree, she couldn’t tell if it was still dark outside.
Then she felt something moving against her arm and a small head protruded from the covers.
“Mr. Covingham,” she whispered not wanting to wake the others. “I thought you’d gone home.”
She had only met the blue and orange striped garter snake last night, but already she felt like they were really good friends.
“I intended to Zooey, but it was still so cold and rainy out. You know how we snakes don’t do well in the cold.”
“I’m glad you decided to stay. I wanted to get to know you better.”