Denis the Dragon
I once had a pet dragon and his name was Denis. He was a fire breathing dragon with green scaly skin. He could blow fire as far as eighteen feet. But he never did blow fire at anybody because he is a good dragon. He didn't want to hurt anybody. Denis was the best dragon friend a child could ever have.
Denis lived in a cave near my house. He hardly ever slept at his cave, because he liked my house better than his cave. Denis wasn't too fond of furniture, so he liked to sleep on the floor or the ground. I tried to give him my bed but he said no. Besides my parents would have wondered where my bed had gone.
Denis liked to play
He liked to go to the amusement park. He loved the rides and he liked playing the games. But mostly he liked eating the food. Sometimes when he was feeling tired, he would go take a nap in the large tents, if they were empty.
We had so much fun with Denis when he lived with my family. But Denis had to leave us to go back to his family. It was sad and so lonely without him, we had done so much with him. He was the greatest friend anybody could ever have.