Cassandra stared at the dragon standing on a pile of coloring books.

"You have my permission."

The dragon jumped with joy. "But—you need to scare the robbers first : the bank is being robbed. The hold-up is at Madion Tower."

The dragon looks at the orange on the table. "Yes you can eat it" sighed Cassandra.

"No one will believe me." No one believed Cassandra since she had started to have visions. And then, this dragon arrived. Cassandra hasn't slept in days as this dragon needs to be managed like a five-year old kid. Yesterday the dragon injured themself again : "Where'd you get that wound?". The week before, it had tried to drink shampoo, apparently it had looked shiny enough to persuade the dragon of the good effects of the drink on its health. Fortunately, the gardener, her neighbor, remained unsurprised by the dragon's attics. Still. This dragon also needed a name. She could name it Yll, or maybe Olly, the sound it was constantly making. Olly was a great baby dragon.