Cautiously, I crept into the dark cave. My eyes scanned across. Nothing. I stepped forward. I was wrong. Beneath my feet lay a night dragon, (Draco nitus) it’s scaly black tail paralyzed in sleep. This was a dragonologist’s dream! “Wow!” I whispered- but I shouldn’t have. I forgot that night dragons can pick up the slightest noise. The dragon slowly stirred. I pulled out a dead ferret to tame it. It came closer. Yes! I would be the first person to tame a night dragon. As the creature gnawed on it’s food, I prepared it for flight. Writing this, I’m flying, on the tamed dragon.