An Eye For Draco
Opening the Lost Eye.
The wandering stars twinkled like glitter strewn across
the dusky twilight speculating how long it should be
before one of them would muster up the courage to
There was trouble stirring below them on Planet Yarn
and had been for a fair few months. It was the dragons
you see, and dragons were Draco's responsibility.
The Little Dipper nudged a nearby constellation and
whispered in its squeaky voice.
“Shouldn't one of us wake Draco?”
It received no response so it shoved a little harder,
sending a couple of stars shooting off in all directions.
“Not now,” said The Big Dipper sternly. “You know
how lazy Draco is and he's sure to be in a bad mood if
we wake him. You do it, you're closer anyway.”
“But you're bigger than I.” squeaked The Little Dipper.
The arguing had disturbed Draco who, as predicted,
was not in a good mood.
“Must you two bicker like that? Can you not clearly see
that one is trying to sleep?” he asked.
“There's no time for sleeping,” squeaked The Little
Dipper. “Trouble is stirring on Planet Yarn below us.”
“Trouble?” asked Draco.
“Yes, a crisis even. Terrible business.”