One day while walking down the street, George Harrison, the youngest member of the Beatles came across an odd looking old shop. "Looks like something out of medieval times.." He thought. "Those are some interesting looking things in the window though, might as well take a look." Entering the shot, George saw many pretty gems on display. "I wonder if I can get one on a necklace for Pattie." His thoughts were soon stopped short when the store's owner popped up behind him.

"Ah I see you have a liking towards those gems." He exclaimed.

Jumping up, George turned around and saw him. "Umm yeah.. What's up with the bear suit you have on?" He asked.

"Oh this is no suit my fine friend. Most shoppers run when they see a bear that can walk and talk like me, should have opened a shop in the Avalar. Business is always booming there."

"Wha.. Well I guess I have seen stranger things while high." Out of the corner of his eye, George saw what looked like a large, purple egg with lighter purple spots on it. "That's a cool looking antique. How much will it cost me?"

"I will ask for a small fee of say, sixty pounds?"

"Sixty pounds for that?! Well you're lucky I'm a millionaire Mr. Moneybags or I might have accused you of ripping me off."

"How did you know my name?"

"Lucky guess I suppose. Anyways here are your sixty pounds. This better have something cool like a dragon or something for it to cost this much. Doesn't look like any ceramic I've seen. This glass?"

"Oh will you be surprised in just a few short hours. Oh, it also comes with this free dragonfly. Make sure you don't lose him. He means a lot to the egg."

Opening up a small cage, a yellow dragonfly with big eyes fluttered out and began to circle the egg. "His name is Sparx by the way. Anyways, have a nice day and come again soon my good friend."

"Yeah, I'll come as soon as the prices go down."

Heading out, George still couldn't believe that he purchased an egg from a talking bear. "I can't wait to tell the guys about what I found! Oh, the egg moved. Must have some kind of prize inside."

But little did he know that something was watching him. "There's the last egg. We nab it and nothing will stand in our master's way!"

Once George had finally returned home, he set the egg down on the couch. "Better call the guys over. They would never believe this!"

After doing so, George saw that the egg had gained a few cracks in it. "Oh my.. I hope I didn't damage it on the way back. Still moving around.."

"Hey George!"

"Eep! Oh hi John. How did you get inside?"

"You left your door unlocked again. Anyways, what's that purple thing on your couch?" Paul asked.

"That? It's the egg I told you about."

"I'm sure you must have been really high there George. That egg looks like a bunch of metal plates stuck together. And how would you have bought it from a talking bear?"

"Don't ask me that. I didn't take any weed before I left. I was just browsing for a gift for Pattie and then I came across this shop and t-"

"Hey Geo! The egg looks like it's gonna burst!"

Quickly turning his head, George saw more cracks appear in the egg until it completely broke apart. But that wasn't all, a purple dragon with small orange wings and horns had appeared in its place. "A.. Dragon? But.. How is this possible? They only exist in fairytales!" George stuttered.

Tilting its head, the dragon flopped off the couch and approached the youngest Beatle. "He's the size of Jesus!" John exclaimed.

"Don't you remember what happened last time you-"

"I was talking about my cat. I expected dragons to be bigger than that."

"Well he did just hatch." Picking up the baby dragon, George tried to carry him back to the couch. "Oof, you're heavier than you look little guy."

"How would you know it's a guy?"

"Umm.. Girl dragons are probably pink." George assumed. "Anyways.. Now I need to think of a name for you.. Hmm.. This thinking sure worked up an appetite."

"You and your gluttony." Ringo chuckled. "We'll keep watch on this little draggy."

George soon had the table set with chips, coke, cakes, pies and pretzels and dug in immediately. "Burp! Oh, excuse me. Now I-hey where's that paper I was writing on?"

"The what?"

"The one with my latest song written on it. I called it You Like Me Too Much."

"Ummmmm... We may have let the dragon draw on it?"

"You what now?!"

Storming over to the couch, George saw that the dragon had been scribbling all over George's song. "I spent all day working on my song! I.." Looking down, George saw that the dragon was feeling guilty for what he did.

"Oh.. I didn't mean to shout little guy.. Sorry." Picking him up, George placed the dragon on his lap and saw five letters sprawled out on the paper. "S-P-Y-R-O?.. I think that's what I'll call him. Spyro."

"What kind of a name is that?" John snorted. "I would have chosen something cool like Flame or Rocky or something."

"Well he seems to like it. Don't you Spyro? Oh, you must be really hungry after hatching."

Nodding at George, Spyro flapped his little wings and tried to fly to the fridge. "Hey, I'll carry you there. I wonder what baby dragons eat."

Getting all the food he found off the table, George made a high chair out of a stool and many pillows and set Spyro down on it. Almost immediately, the tiny purple dragon dug into a tray of leftover lamb. "He seems to really like lamb. He won't eat anything else."

"Aren't you a picky eater. I'll be sure to buy a lot of mutton for him now."

"How did a dragon get here anyways?"

"Must have had something to do with that talking bear. He mentioned some place called Avalar. Maybe that's where this little guy came from."

"Could be. We'll go and find him tomorrow morning."