My dragon’s purple scales shine brightly in the sun as we fly higher and higher, but not as high as Flanders’s blue dragon. The swing thumped hard on the ground, uh-oh we prepare for a bumpy landing.

We jump from the swing, tuck and roll dramatically. We yell playful groans and screams. We hop the fence to the elven forest where we meet Lizard and Toad. They put shimmering elven cloaks on our bac...