Once there was a dragon named Diablo that lived in
the woods. Diablo’s name meant "devil," and when his parents named him
they hoped he would grow up to be evil like them. He was the scariest
creature around the world or so people thought. No one liked him because
he would take their little girls and keep them in his cave to keep him
company. Really, he was just lonely.
All he ever really ate was fish and a shark. He thought his parents
wanted him to be a kind and gentle dragon, but really they wanted him to
be the meanest dragon that anyone saw. He still loved his family dearly.
He also breathed fire, but he never used his power to hurt anyone, only
to cook his food. He also ate worm salad.
One day Diablo was caught. The Evil Company took him to their factory
and set the little girls free. They dragged him into the machine where a
ton of other dragons were coming out. He pulled and fought, because all
the dragons that were coming out were evil. He watched a dragon go in
good and come out evil. Just then his friends, the little girls he took,
came and rescued him. That night they all had roasted fish. And they all
lived happily ever after.