Bibop was a little dragon with orange scales. He had been living on Grey Mountain with his mother since he'd been born. That was already nearly a hundred years ago. A hundred years old, that's when the age of understanding begins for dragons. Bibop was finally going to learn how to breathe fire. He could not wait for this moment to arrive.At last his birthday came. Bibop woke up excited and went singing into the kitchen. His mother jumped and hid something behind her back.— Bibop! I didn't hear you! Happy birthday, darling!She put a cloth over what she had been holding and came over to him and