*Dragon and a little Princess*
- Why do you never become discouraged? - Asked the princess.
They sat there almost all day. The sun warms up solicitously every flower, every twig on the tree. Dragon leaning on a tree enjoying cool of the shade and little princess dancing under his banjo.
- Quite simply, on Sundays I eat one optimist. - Dragon sang.
- Liar - Princess smiled - I know you don't eat people.
- Very it. Only optimists lately dragons did not come across.
- And what about me? - Princess fell on the grass and inhaled the sweet scent of lavender. - Why didn't you eat me?
- Well ... - Dragon pondered - maybe I would be sad.
- From what? - Princess laughed loudly and looked at the dragon.
- I would be nobody to sing my songs. - The dragon touched a string and she sang subtly. - And who would then petted me on the head when I'm sad.
- In the world so many princesses! You would fly to distant lands and found a new one. - Little Princess yawned sleepily, and closed her eyes. The sun warmed the earth getting hotter and the grass seemed soft blanket.
- Why seek, when I have my princess? - Dragon asked in bewilderment.
But the little princess did not hear it. She sweetly nozzles among the daisies, buttercups and cornflowers. A heavenly bells played along with the dragon gentle melody of summer.
