for the children of Herberton. For a while they exchanged stories of what their dragons had done or how clever they had been, but gradually the interest dropped away until few of the children thought of the dragons at all. But life is never peaceful for long and one summer morning Krista gave a yelp.
‘Oh look!’ she shrieked, as she opened the new packet of Wheatie-Sweeties and tipped it into her breakfast plate. ‘There’s a unicorn in my plate!’
‘Here, pour some milk on it,’ offered Ethan with a grin.