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I followed the instructions so carefully. I mixed all the powders together, then gently misted the liquid, before finally packing the whole thing around the dragon egg. Toy dragon that is -- one of the little figurines I had bought five-for-a-dollar at the dollar store. It would make for a great bath bomb; my nieces would love it. And of course I had to test one. After all, I couldn't risk giving them away and having them not work. If only I'd known... But how could I? I still don't really believe it.
Sure enough the bomb fizzled and quickly turned my bath black. I wasn't sure I liked that aspect -- would pick a friendlier colour next time. I felt around the tub for the tiny plastic egg, but when I found it, it had already opened.
Disappointed, I started feeling in the black water to find the little plastic toy. And let when my hand landed on something scaly! I flew out of the tub and grabbed a towel -- glaring at the water that another inhabitant had ruined for me.
As though expecting something to attack, I carefully reached over, then yanked the plug out and jumped back! The drama was unnecessary as the black water calmly receded. I thought maybe a lizard of some type? But those don't tend to live here.
When the bath drained, a little creature about the size of my hand stood and angrily shook the bath water off. He was a deep purple colour with wings that glistened. He cocked his gecko-like head, seeming to study me as I was him. The moment only lasted a few seconds before I had a very clear picture in my head of me picking him up and getting him out of the tub.
Not at all sure that was a good idea, I nonetheless followed the suggestion. The creature gave what I'm convinced was a nod of thanks before walking out of the room, his wings folded carefully behind him and tail raised just slightly off the ground.
Panicked barking jolted me out of my shock and I raced to my dog Casey in time to see the tiny creature spread his disproportionately large wings and hiss. Casey, my fierce protector, backed down instantly. He could've squashed this creature in a heartbeat, but no, he lay down with a whimper, flicking his eyes from me to the creature. Sorry Casey, wish I could help...
I opened the door to the yard, pleased when the creature wandered outside. Relieved I waited an hour for him to leave. Then two. But every time I looked outside, he was still there, sunning himself on a rock and growing at an observable rate. After only a few hours, he was bigger than my German shepherd.
When it came time for dinner, I wondered if I should feed him. What would he eat? Google wasn't able to suggest anything, and some instinct stopped me from posting pictures online. As I went to peer in the fridge and see what options there might be, I saw the other bath bombs.
No way.
But looking from them to my creature, now the size of a Shetland pony, I had to accept that some how my five-for-a-dollar toy and homemade egg, had hatched an actual dragon. And I had no idea what to do with him.
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