On Monday, I found a leathery, soft piece of dragon skin, glimmering like a shattered piece of glass on the dull highway.

On Tuesday, I walked to the depths of the deep musty dragon cave, the roars of the dangerous dragon coming from within.

On Wednesday, I saw the fire and smoke coming from the dragons rage, threatening everything around it.

On Thursday, I touched the most venomous dragon in existence, the venom burning the skin on my palm.

On Friday, I tasted the healing potion to dragon’s diseases, the flavour burning on my tongue.

On Saturday, I heard the raging roars of the shadow of the dragon in the dark, musty cave, flames producing from the darkness.

On Sunday, I dreamed of the dragons going extinct, flames bulging from the Greenland of their habitat.