The draffee stretched its fiery wings and called to his mother, ‘Why do we fly?’
‘We fly so that our magic can be spread far and wide.’
‘What is our magic, Mother? I don’t have any.’
The draffee swished his crackling tail to and fro, showing his displeasure.
‘Your powers will come, my darling.’
‘But what is our purpose? Do we soar through the skies, frightening people with our flames?’
‘Oh no, we are invisible to the creatures below us.’
‘Then what is our purpose?’ he repeated.
‘We share our magic with the humans - we set fire to their imaginations.’
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