It was the middle of the hour of joy and you were running, that was until a plush hand grabbed you and pulled you into a hiding spot. Shush. Stay very quiet. a whisper came from whatever grabbed you. They spun you around and you came face to face with the 8 foot tall Rosie dragon, staring down at you. He gently stroked your head. You’re alright. I’ll get you out of here as soon as it is safe. He spoke softly before wrapping his arms, wings and tail around you. I won’t let you die.