Crispin Blaze was born into a proud family of fire-breathing dragons.
"Every Blaze breathes fire,"explained his father, I breathe fire,
Your mother breathes fire, Tomorrow, when you turn seven,you'll breathe fire too."
The little dragon imagined all the forests he would burn down.
He dreamed of all the castles he would destroy.
He also considered boiling water to make tea, but he didn't tell his father that.
The next day ,Crispin sat among family and friends as a big cake was brought to the table.
"Who will light the birthday candles?" his mother asked.
"I will!" declared Crispin. He could feel a tingling inside his tummy.
But when he opened his mouth,fire did not come out.
Whipped cream came out.
" Crispin!" shouted his father ."Dragons breathe fire!"
" What will the neighbors think?"worried his mother.
" I love whipped cream,”said his little sister Ashley.
The little dragon was whisked off to the doctor the very next day.
"Please fix my son,"demanded Crispin's father.
"What seems to be the problem?" asked the doctor.
Crispin opened his mouth and breathed. But fire did not come out.