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In the tallest peak of Mount Shimmerhorn lived a dragon named Ember. Ember wasn't like other dragons; her scales glittered with every color of the rainbow, and when she breathed fire, it came out in dazzling, harmless sparks, like a living fireworks display. But Ember had a secret sorrow: she hadn't sneezed in months. And dragons love a good sneeze, especially one that produces a spectacular burst of fiery confetti.

One morning, her best friend, a tiny, chatty bat named Flutterwing, zipped into her cave. "Ember! You look droopy! Is it because you haven't sneezed?"

Ember sighed, a puff of shimmery smoke escaping her nostrils. "I just can't seem to muster one. I’ve tried sniffing pepper, staring at the sun, even tickling my nose with a feather. Nothing!"

Flutterwing, ever helpful, suggested, "Maybe you need a change of scenery? A new kind of dust?"

So, Ember decided to embark on a "Sneeze Quest." She flew over the Whispering Woods (careful not to scorch any trees with her sparkly breath), hoping to find a particularly sneeze-inducing flower. She sniffed every daisy, every poppy, every dandy-lion, but all they did was make her feel sleepy.

Next, she tried the Dusty Desert, thinking the dry air would surely irritate her nose. She rolled in the sand, getting her scales wonderfully gritty, but still, no sneeze. She just ended up looking like a very large, sparkly sand sculpture.

Flutterwing, perched on her horn, suggested, "Perhaps it's not a dusty sneeze you need, but a surprising sneeze!"

Ember pondered this. What could surprise a dragon who saw sparkly fire every day? She flew towards the quiet village of Snoozeville, where nothing exciting ever happened. As she passed over the village square, she noticed something peculiar. The village baker, Reginald (not the squirrel, a different Reginald), was attempting to bake the world's largest, most wobbly jelly donut.

Reginald wrestled with the enormous, jiggly donut, which kept escaping his grasp. It jiggled, it wobbled, and then, with a mighty SPLISH-SPLOSH, it burst, sending a tidal wave of raspberry jelly across the village square!

Ember watched, her eyes wide. She was so surprised, so utterly delighted by the sudden, sugary chaos, that her nose twitched. A tiny tickle began. It grew, and grew, and then— AAAH-CHOOOOO!

It was the most magnificent sneeze Ember had ever produced! A shimmering, dazzling explosion of rainbow sparks and a shower of actual, tiny, edible jelly beans erupted from her nostrils! They rained down on Snoozeville, landing softly on the heads of the jelly-covered villagers.

The villagers, initially sticky, soon realized they were covered in delicious, colorful sweets. They cheered! Reginald, covered in raspberry jelly, looked up and grinned. "My donut may have failed, but your sneeze, dear Ember, is a triumph!"

Ember felt wonderfully refreshed, her nose clear, her heart light. She had found her sneeze, not in dust or flowers, but in pure, unadulterated surprise and a whole lot of jelly. From that day on, whenever Snoozeville needed a little cheering up, Ember would fly by, wait for Reginald to try a new, disastrous baking experiment, and let loose a shower of happy, sparkly, candy-filled sneezes.