A sneeze was coming on.
It would be disastrous.
Instead, he hiccuped.
And flame spurted out.
Oh dear! He was toast.
Mama will roast his behind.
The barn was burning.
He sneezed; no more barn.
The heavens opened then.
A wee bit late, sighed Finn.
He felt the wind whipped by.
Mama was home, Finn sighed.
A magnificiant sight to behold.
The she dragon in all her glory.
She sees ashes instead of the barn.
Finn tries to look remorse, he fails.
She sighs, their home unscathed.
Then she whispers the magic spell.
Poofed, both dragons have vanished.
In their place stood a woman and boy.
By C.E. Pereira