Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. It was born with a full set of wings.

And look! Its wings have grown larger! It must be close to maturing.

Young dragons are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it typically marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own and are usually left alone by their mother.

In the region in which this dragon lives, flower gardens, bouquets, and vases of ornamental roses must all be guarded without cease. Gardeners grip their shears more tightly, lovers courting with fragrant blossoms huddle protectively together, florists double lock their doors...

For SHE lives there.

The dreaded Flowermangler (although she cheerfully calls herself Friday) is known far and wide throughout the country for her habit of jumping on top of the most lovely of flowers, wriggling and rolling through them until all of their fragrance and much of their color has been transferred to herself instead. These escapades have the unfortunate but predictable result of utterly destroying any flowers to which she takes a fancy, thus forcing the locals to go to quite desperate lengths to keep the cunning youngster out of their blossoms!