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Duncan was a young, green dragon who lived at the top of a lonely hill. Unlike other dragons who hoarded gold and jewels, Duncan collected dandelions. Not just any dandelions, but the little white puffballs, which he stored in a massive, shimmering pile in his cave. He loved the way they floated.

One breezy Tuesday, Duncan realized his entire collection was missing! "My Puff-Piles!" he roared, a tiny puff of smoke escaping his nostrils. "Someone has stolen my delicate dandelion seeds!"

He flew down the hill to the village, landing near the well where Clara the chicken was getting a drink. "Clara! Did you see a villain with a bag of white fluff?"

Clara clucked wisely. "No villain, Duncan. But I saw an unusually large and fluffy sheep heading toward the meadow, looking like it had flown through a snowstorm."

Duncan flew to the meadow. There was Sheldon the sheep, looking immensely pleased with himself. His wool was completely covered, from his nose to his fluffy tail, in thousands of tiny, white dandelion seeds. He looked like a walking, woolly cloud.

"Sheldon!" Duncan huffed. "Did you take my dandelions?"

Sheldon happily munched a clover. "Well, I was walking past your cave, and there was a delightful breeze! The little white puffs were flying everywhere! It felt like I was being decorated by tiny, cheerful white lights! I thought they were a gift from the wind!"

Duncan looked at Sheldon. He was very fluffy and very proud of his new decorations. Duncan couldn't stay mad. "Alright, Sheldon. But when you shake them off, you have to collect them and bring them back."

Sheldon bleated happily. He shook his wool, and a massive, swirling cloud of dandelion seeds lifted into the air. Duncan, instead of gathering them, opened his mouth and laughed, sending a harmless, warm burst of flame right up into the air, making the seeds twinkle like tiny stars. He decided collecting them was less fun than watching them fly.