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Roro the Dragon! 
Roro the baby four foot dragon was laying about in his stall, secretly laughing a dragon laugh to himself. The louder the people outside the barn became, the less likely he was to actually wander out there and see them. Dragons, as wild creatures, could not and would not 'come when called.' They were not simple-minded crups, after all.
So in his stall Roro stayed, closing his lazy dragon eyes... lazily.
Just as he was drifting off into a little dragon nap, the smell of something nommy caught the attention of his little dragon nostrils, and he just had to poke his nose out of his stall.
FOOD! Food food food food foodstuffs! "Eorrrrk?" Roro called out softly, thumping his tail a bit. Was it REAL FOOD SMELLS or was it just his overactive imagynation? "EEE....ee.....eork?" He shuffled out of his stall and stretched his scaly neck out toward the studentsies and foodsies.
OH FOODSIES. Roro recognized those buckets! He thumped his tail harder and waddled toward them, gaining speed the closer he got to the buckets. He spied the students a moment too late, however, and put on the brakes, skidding to an abrupt, wide-eyed, sideways halt about six inches away from the nearest hay bale.
PEOPLE. Gosh. Lots of little people.
O_______O
Sierra had just let out another loud whistle when she happened to look up and see Roro come into view. Well, see there. It'd been
her whistle that had done it, hadn't it? She felt herself sit a bit taller with pride. She'd whistled just as it'd come out, hadn't she? She looked to the professor for a confirmation, but just as she did so, the dragon started gaining on them.
GAINING ON THEM. O_O
Dear Merlin, they were under attack! See, this thing should have been chopped into potions ingredients while they still had the chance to benefit from it! Sierra squeezed her eyes shut as the dragon came to a screeching halt.
I will not scream. I will NOT scream. I WILL NOT SCREAM. Sloooooowly, she opened one eye. Just one. Were they dead yet?!