After their fire games, Igneous and Furnace were too scared to go back to Kilve. Now they were in a real pickle. They had found a baby

dragon, newly hatched, and they had no idea how to look after it.

Igneous stared hard at the little baby panting in the grass. ‘Does she look a bit odd to you?’ he

asked. ‘It’s just the dark,’ said Furnace. ‘She’ll be all right by daylight.’

So they fed the hatchling some crickets and curled around her to keep her warm. But in the

morning they saw the baby had no wings.

‘All dragons are precious. And this one needs help quickly. Maybe her

wings will grow soon? The Dragon Master will do something. We must take her to Kilve.’

Everyone was in a hurry. It was hopeless. Howcould they get help for this sickly baby dragon?

Miserable and dejected, Igneous and Furnace sat on a rock next to the sea, hugging the nest and its

tiny occupant, wondering what to do.

‘P-p-p-please P-P-Pumice, we found her up on the hillside, late last night. She’s poorly and she needs help, but everyone’s so busy with the other hatchlings, no one

wants to know about her...’ ‘She’s broken you see, she’s... she’s...’ stammered Furnace, staring guiltily at

where Pumice’s wings had once been.‘I can see exactly what’s wrong with her!’ roared

Pumice.

The Dragon Master scooped the wingless baby into his arms. ‘Who is going to name this dragoness?’

No one spoke. ‘Igneous, Furnace, speak up. You found her!’ ordered

Pumice. Igneous crawled over and nudged the little one with his nose. Her big eyes glinted back at him with love. ‘I name

her Treasure. She’s the best Treasure adragon ever had!’ he proclaimed loudly.

Igneous could feel his fire rising in fury. But hespoke firmly: ‘If it wasn’t for her, we would still be

out in the Midnight Forest, too afraid to come back. She gave us the courage to return and say

we’re sorry to everyone.’