Flamy the Dragonet. Dmitrii Emets

      Chapter Three

      The Dragonet Flamy

      “Yes, I’m a dragon, a dragon… Don’t shine a light on me, it hurts the eyes.” Flamy testily confirmed, squinting.

      “We didn’t know that dragons actually exist! We thought they’re fiction,” Olga was amazed.

      “You yourself are fiction! Can say that about everyone. About you in the first place,” Flamy was indignant.

      Pookar, with an apologetic smile, touched Falmy’s shiny scales with a finger. “Wow! Not fake! I thought you were stuffed. Good that we found you after all!”

      Flamy irritably lashed himself on the side with his tail. “You didn’t find me at all because I wasn’t lost. I was sleeping in the trunk.”

      “How long have you been sleeping here?” Olga asked.

      “Not long. About ninety or a hundred years. Don’t remember exactly, I don’t have a calendar.”

      “Oho-ho!” the bunnies were surprised. “That’s a very, very long time! You’re probably old?”

      “I’m not old at all. I’m still young. I lost Mama. I cried a little bit, then got tired and went to sleep in the trunk. You haven’t seen my mama, by any chance?”

      “What’s she like, your mama?”

      “So very pretty! Like me, only bigger…”

      “No, we haven’t met her. We’ve only seen dragons in pictures, how Dobrynya Nikitich[2] defeated them,” Pookar declared.

      “It’s all not true. He never defeated us. Grandpa told me this. Dobrynya came, saw Grandpa, scratched his head, apologized, and left.”

      “Then where have all the dragons gone? Why don’t we meet them anywhere now?” Pookar tried to find out. He was standing closer to Flamy than the others were and examining him with suspicion.

      “We hid. We hid a hundred years ago. Dragons can become invisible or change into different objects, but only when they’re already full-grown,” Flamy explained.

      “But you can’t?”

      “No, I can’t. I’m still young.”

      “Nothing young about you! A hundred years!” Olga sniffed scornfully.

      “Not my fault that we dragons take an awfully long time to grow up… I’m somewhat hungry. I haven’t eaten in a hundred years, and now I can eat anything,” Flamy said.

      Sineus and Truvor started to tremble. “An-anything? Oh, mama!”

      “We brought sandwiches. Would you like a sandwich, Flamy?” Olga asked.

      “I would. But what is it?”

      Olga laughed. She thought that everybody knew what a sandwich was. She pulled them out of the backpack and handed one to Flamy. The dragonet instantly swallowed it together with the wrapper. His face assumed a puzzled expression. “It seems that we don’t eat this rustling thing!”

      “You haven’t tried unwrapping?” Pookar asked.

      “Tasteless all the same.”

      It was decided they would take the hungry dragon to the fridge in the kitchen. Flamy first squinted from the daylight, but soon grew accustomed and started to look around with interest. “Where are we? Whose burrow is this?”

      “This is the hallway. It begins at the front door and ends at the kitchen,” the bunnies explained.

      “Good thinking! Won’t get lost. Just go down the hall and sooner or later you get to the kitchen,” Flamy said gladly. He took a running start, flapped his wings, took off with difficulty, and opened the kitchen door with his head.

      “See, this is the fridge,” the bunnies said. Usually everything was explained to them. Now they enjoyed feeling clever.

      Flamy stretched his neck, grabbed the handle with his teeth, and the door clicked. The night before Masha and Mama went to the store and bought food for the entire week. What was not there! Milk, cheese, sausage, ham, oranges, a pot of diet soup for Mama, and a bottle of liqueur, which Papa drinks “for digestion.”

      Flamy studied all this for a while and then asked, “Where’s the food? There are only some boxes and jars here!”

      “The food is inside. First, wash your hands!” Olga ordered. She had not known Flamy for very long but was already giving him orders.

      “Hands?” the dragon was surprised. “I have no hands! I only have feet, and a whole four of them!”

      Olga pondered. “Well, okay! Wash your feet!” she said.

      “What nonsense! Where is it seen that people wash their feet before meals? Maybe you’ll even say ears?” Pookar was outraged.

      “It would be a good idea for some people to wash their ears, Pookar!” Olga said maliciously. Pookar stuck his tongue out at her.

      “I want to eat! I want to eat!” Flamy grumbled.

      Olga went to the refrigerator. “Soup?”

      Flamy carefully licked the soup and shook his head.

      “A chop, then? You should like chops.”

      The dragon took a bite and grimaced. “No, I don’t want chops.”

      In the next three minutes, it was revealed that Flamy ate neither bread, potatoes, sausage, nor hot dogs. However, Pookar liked most of all that Flamy did not like jam.

      “Wait, I’ll see what else I can find!” Olga said and went to the kitchen cupboard.

      Pookar took advantage of her absence and decided to play a prank. “I know what dragons like. Try mustard, Flamy! It’s very tasty! You just have to swallow a lot quickly.”

      “Don’t, don’t!” the bunnies wanted to shout but did not have time.

      The hungry dragonet instantly licked all the mustard out of the jar. However, instead of jumping to the ceiling, as Pookar expected, Flamy licked his lips contentedly and let out a jet of flame from his nose.

      “Wow! I couldn’t do it earlier. Yummy! Perhaps, I’d be able to have some more!” he exclaimed.

      “Why does it smell burnt in here? Did you light a match? I’ll give it to you!” Olga asked the bunnies severely when she returned.

      “Not us! It’s Flamy! Pookar fed him mustard and he breathed fire right away! Flamy also didn’t know that he can.”

      “Yeah! It’s me! Isn’t it great?” Flamy boasted.

      Olga saw an empty mustard jar and started to advance menacingly toward Pookar. He instantly hid behind Flamy.

      “You don’t understand, doll! He liked it. All dragons eat mustard.”

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