A word after a word after a word is power.
Ruby the Badly Drawn Dragon
The first thing to be drawn is a mind of its own.
And although it is tiny and not fully grown.
It holds the beginnings of all that we’ll see.
And Ruby the Dragon is ready to be.
The Ruby in my head was fierce. She had scaly wings and gigantic claws and her flames were long and terrifying.
Ruby waits for the pen to draw her some eyes.
And in they pop with a look of surprise.
She looks for her feet but all she can see are two tiny shoes on two giant hooves.
No good for dancing or prancing or any kind of moves
But the Ruby I drew had a mind of her own. She didn’t want to be a terrifying dragon she wanted to be herself. And she was a dragon who liked flowers and carried a handbag with a clean handkerchief of course! She kept bees and blew tiny flames to keep her beehives warm at night. And she knew what she was meant to look like.
Ruby pushes and shoves and the shoes fall right off.
And she wiggles her claws to a round of applause.
The pen stops to look and is rather annoyed.
Ruby has changed all the things the pen tried to avoid.
I wish. I wish. I wish. I wish I could draw. Sometimes though the things we think we can’t do take us to surprising and delightful places – if only we let them. I’m so pleased that Ruby the Badly Drawn Dragon wanted her own story told in her own special way. Because everybody has a special story and everyone deserves to be who they are.
So what story do you want to tell today? Have fun and let it tell you how it wants to be told. And if you do adventures will be guaranteed!
See you soon!