There once was a silver dragon who had angry, orange eyes. He lived deep inside a large cave. Like many other dragons, he sat upon hoards of jewels and diamonds and precious things, and he kept all people away from himself and the treasure. And, like other dragons, he breathed out fire, and he had great wings which he kept folded by his silvery side. This dragon was angry because he was lonely. If you looked closely at his angry eyes you could see that he was a very sad dragon. After all, dragons have no friends.

During the night he would lie on his treasure and keep himself warm by breathing fire on his silver scales, which would stay warm for quite some time before he had to breath on himself again. He didn't think a lot at night, even when he didn't sleep, because dragons don't like to think much. It hurts to think of how lonely you are!

But there was something different about this dragon, too. When the sun would come up in the morning and a beam of warm light would shine into the cave, the silver dragon would not be able to be sad, or mad, or sleep anymore. And he wouldn't be able to think just a little. By some strange magic, the sunshine was able to get through the thick scales of this great silver beast, and it would make him want to leave the cave, and fly towards the sun! And so every morning he arose with the sun.

A beautiful thing happened when he flew way up high. When he went really close to that yellow sun the dragon would no longer be silver, but- if you can imagine it- he would look like flying light! The rays of light would go right through him and make him shimmer, and shine, and sparkle much better than any of his jewels did back in the cave. He was so different in the sun that instead of fire he breathed a glorious rainbow of light! And he would grow- much bigger- than he was in the dark cave. What was best of all was this: when he was next to the sun he wouldn't feel like a dragon anymore! He was happy, and good, and kind. He was so kind that he wanted to spend all of his time protecting the world below him from other dragons who hated light, and flew about in the shadows looking for people to attack.

And so the silver dragon would fly about looking for men, women, and children who were in danger from other dragons. He would swoop down and breath a rainbow into the eyes of the bad dragons, who would close their eyes and shriek, flying away from the people who they were trying to hurt or kill. When the people saw the rainbow in the distance, they knew the silver dragon was near- they could relax and rejoice and work hard again! And sometimes, the silver dragon would fly near enough that he would be able to look a person in the eye. With one steady look they knew each other. He could see they knew him and loved him, and they could see the light in his great eyes.

But when the sun went down the silver dragon would start to feel weak. And then he would even feel himself shrink in size. He would become a nervous dragon, and worst of all, a selfish one. So in the dark he would fly back to his cold lair and lay upon his jewels. His mind grew dark, and he would forget all about the day, the sun, and happiness. He would breath fire on himself to stay warm. No rainbow came out of his mouth, and nothing colorful came into his mind. No one, of course, visited him, for he was not nice like he was in the daytime. So, he felt lonely, sad, very mad, and cared only about himself. He would sleep.

The next morning, though, the beam of light would warmly enter his cave and his eyes, and he would remember who he really was, and what he was supposed to do- what he loved to do! Leaving his treasure behind, the silver dragon would soar high towards the sun, spread his giant wings, and protect the people he loved so much. With the sun's power inside of him, the silver dragon saw how important and how precious people are, and so he loved them more than all the diamonds and rubies in the world.

The End.