Nio the Sheep dragon

Last night I invented the sheep dragon. The sheep dragon is quite obviously a hybrid of a sheep and a dragon; and in this case it has a dragons head (like a Chinese dragon; not your sword and sorcery type) and a sheep’s body. He also has wings like a dragon, but they are quite pathetically small, and he cannot fly for long periods of time. He has no tail; he is sure he once had one, but he doesn’t remember losing it.

This sheep dragon in particular is called Nio, and his favourite thing in the entire world is eating pizza topped with jalapeno peppers, anchovies, pepperoni, spicy ham, noodles, mushrooms, extra cheese and Peach Melba yogurt all on top. He orders this pizza every Friday and Tuesday, and it has to be those two days because otherwise his bodily functions get the better of him. On a regular day he eats grass, and he will only eat it as long as it has daisies included. In all honesty, he is not so fond of the green stuff.

Nio is also into jazz music, and often wishes he could play the trumpet. However the one time he has tried, the moment he blew into it the trumpet turned it into charcoal. He tried dancing to a jazzy tune once too, but broke several trees in his clumsy attempt. Instead he lies under trees and listens to the jazz magpies rehearsing for their concerts. It makes Nio feel good to hear their music. His other hobbies include swimming, betting on horse races and stapling leaves to fence posts.

Now Nio is a very lonely creature, and he is desperate for friends and to be loved. The problem is, people often judge him by his weird woolly torso and fearsome dragon head. They can’t decide what he is supposed to be, and therefore they decide he is no good. Things don’t make sense with Nio, and poor Nio himself gets very frustrated because he doesn’t understand either. There are no other creatures like him, he doesn’t know where he comes from, and he doesn’t know how he got here. He does try to always stay happy in hope he will one day find a friend, but like any creature that needs social comforts, he gets really sad in the dark nights and often lets the tears flow.

He sleeps in an empty field under a tree, and the only people who speak to him are the pizza delivery penguins.