Harriet Williams

Dragons Aren't the Problem

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Well, it really hadn't been a geological definition of a valley; it had been a tract of land, undeveloped and green. It was five year old Sharron that deemed the place a valley and therefore name it the Valley, for that was the closest descriptor that had come to her young mind. Sharron would pass by the Valley while riding the bus on her way to school. A city girl, she loved the towering gnarled trees, the stubby shrubs that hid birds and bunnies, and the occasional unicorn. Her mother would tell her that she had a very active imagination.