The dragon

There once was a little blue dragon called Paul.
Paul lived in the laundry basket of a family of four.
He could never leave the basket, he did not know how, and anyhow, the thought never crossed his mind.
Whenever the basket was empty he would try to make himself really small to not be seen.
It was very cold in the basket, and he would often wonder why he was there.
How had he ended up in this particular basket?
He did not know. As far as he could tell he had always been there.
Hiding in the dirty clothes, listening to the family.
He would sometimes hold onto something whenever the basket was emptied,
just so he could keep himself warm with something.
Since he had never met any other dragon, he did not know that he was supposed to be able to fly and to breathe fire.

He was a lonely little dragon in a laundry basket.