"You look beautiful in your pink dress," said the King. "So why are you going out dressed like that?"

"I can't rescue dragons in my pink dress," said Princess Philipa, as she walked out the daoor.

Clink, clank, clink, clank, went Philipa's shiny silver armour as she walked down the steps.

She took out her magic mirror and gave it a rub.

"Mirror, mirror in my hand,

who's in danger in this land?" said Princess Philipa.

The mirror went all black and cloudy. When the smoke cleared, Philipa saw a cute little baby dragon that had been trapped in a net by a knight.

Philipa climbed onto her horse and galloped as fast as she could to Kaltrey Forrest. There, hanging down from a big branch in a big strong net was the poor little dragon.

Standing next to the dragon was Pathetic Peter... the most useless knight in the whole wide world.

"Leave that poor little dragon alone you nasty bully," shouted Philipa.

"You will have to fight me first," said Pathetic Peter, and he drew his sword.

"Just you wait until I tell your Mum and Dad what you've been up to," said Philipa.

Pathetic Peter screamed and dropped his sword.

"You wouldn't dare," cried Peter.

"Oh yes I would," said Philipa. "And if you don't go home right now I'll give you a big sloppy kiss."

"Aarghh!" screamed Pathetic Peter and ran away as fast as he could.

Philipa rescued the dragon and it lived happily ever after in the castle. And Pathetic Peter was never nasty to dragons again.

The End

Philipa and the Dragon © Boundary Primary School 2C 2008