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In the fiery peaks of Mount Snorflame lived Zephyro, a dragon of impressive size but rather un-dragon-like habits. While other dragons practiced their terrifying roars and scorching breaths, Zephyro was usually found napping, often drooling a little lava onto his favorite mossy rock. He was, to put it mildly, quite sleepy.

One morning, the annual Dragon Roar-Off competition was set to begin. Zephyro had completely forgotten. He was woken by a frantic little firefly, Flicker, buzzing around his snout. "Zephyro! Wake up! It's time for the Roar-Off! Everyone's waiting!"

Zephyro blinked his enormous, sleepy eyes. "Roar-off? Oh, dear. Did I sleep through my alarm again?" He lumbered to the edge of his cave, stretching his mighty wings, which made a sound like a thousand bedsheets flapping in a gale. He took a deep breath, ready to unleash a magnificent, earth-shaking roar, followed by a torrent of flame.

Instead of fire, a stream of iridescent, perfectly spherical bubbles floated from his nostrils. They drifted lazily into the morning air, catching the sunlight, twinkling with all the colors of the rainbow. Flicker giggled. “Oh, Zephyro! You’re breathing bubbles!”

Zephyro tried again, huffing and puffing, but only more bubbles emerged. They bounced off his scales, popped softly, and generally looked far more festive than ferocious. The other dragons, who had been expecting a formidable display, stared in utter disbelief. One particularly grumpy dragon, known for his perfectly aligned rows of sharp teeth, actually snorted a tiny puff of smoke, which quickly dissipated.

The competition was ruined. Or so it seemed. A group of little imps, who had gathered to watch the dragon antics, shrieked with delight. They began chasing the bubbles, laughing as they popped against their noses. Soon, other forest creatures joined in, swatting at the airborne spheres, turning the serious Roar-Off into an impromptu bubble party.

Zephyro, initially mortified, watched the joyful scene. He saw children from the nearby village peeking through the trees, their eyes wide with wonder at the dragon who breathed rainbows. A small smile spread across his scaly face. Maybe breathing fire wasn't so great after all. Later that day, he discovered that a stray sneeze during his sleep had cleared out his usual fiery passages, leaving them oddly… sudsy. But the bubbles were a hit, and Zephyro, no longer just "the sleepy one," became "the fun dragon." And sometimes, a little sleepiness can lead to the most delightful surprises.