Phoebe brings home a treasure from the beach.
In The House
“You’re not bringing that into the house!”
“It’s just shells, Mom,” Phoebe said.
“Did you wash them and check for creatures inside?”
“Fine, take them up to your craft area and put them in another container.”
Phoebe ran upstairs with the bucket, trying not to swing it. She put it on her desk and sat down.
“Okay, Shelly! You can come out now!”
A small head with a snout, little horns and wing tips showing behind it, poked up over the edge of the bucket. It wore a large clam shell on its head like a bike helmet. Phoebe had to muffle a giggle.
The creature came out further, revealing a scaly body and tail. Phoebe reached in to help it out and when she had done so, it shook itself like a wet dog but could not dislodge the shells it had all over its body.
“Are all those shells part of you?”
The dragon nodded.
“Good, they’re pretty!”
The small dragon gave her a shy look and blushed.
“Will you grow any bigger?”
The dragon shook his head, almost losing its helmet.
“Fantastic, you can stay with me then. One thing though, my mom must never know you’re alive. So this is what I’m going to do…”
Phoebe whispered her plan into the dragon’s ear which made it give a toothy grin. The little girl cleared off part of a shelf to put Shelly on.
“Phoebe, what are you doing in there?” her mom said from outside her bedroom door.
“Making shell art. You can come and see.”
When her mom came in, she exclaimed over and admired the shell dragon. Phoebe secretly winked at Shelly and was sure she saw her wink back, just before she followed her mom down to supper.