Well, we’ve had a bit of an accident! It’s ok… Boomer will be alright, if he keeps his leg elevated. At least, that’s what Tilly recommends for the fastest recovery.

I was in my office working on today’s projects, when I heard a very loud cry coming from out by the hay loft. Before I could even reach the doorway, Dinky came bursting into the room with such a look of panic on her face! All she could manage to say, through her own tears, was that Boomer had fallen!

When I got to the loft, where I’d heard the cry only moments before, I discovered Boomer laying with his little back leg stuck in a bale of hay. He was crying something awful, which brought tears to my eyes as I tried to gently pull him free. I quickly discovered why he was putting up such a fuss… his tiny green leg was swelling more and more, by the moment.

I gently picked him up in my arms and carried him back into my office, followed by an entire line up of sniffling, crying and generally unhappy babies. I lay Boomer down on a pile of hay to examine his injury, while Tilly sat right beside me, offering encouraging words of support. While I didn’t believe that it was broken, his leg did look very painful and swollen. Tilly helped me wrap it, being careful not to cause Boomer any more pain than was necessary.

The babes are sitting with him now, while we await the arrival of the local doctor. Although it’s most likely just a sprain, I have no desire to rely on my own judgement in this situation, as I am not a Veterinarian. I assure you that he is resting comfortably with Tilly busy mothering him.

From what I’ve gathered, by questioning the rest of the babies, Boomer tried to fly! The problem is, unfortunately, that his tiny wings are much too small and underdeveloped, thereby, allowing him to lift and hold his chubby body in the air.

Off to one side of our little group, I spied a very sad and sorrowful looking babe, trying to melt into the wall. I left all of the other babies to comfort Boomer, while I crawled over and sat down next to Squagon. I didn’t even get a chance to question him, before he tearfully confessed what he believed was all HIS fault!

You see… Squagon IS able to fly! Yes, my little squirrel dragon has a set of his own fully operational wings. The big difference is in the size of my winged compadres! Boomer is much bigger and chubbier than Squagon, being nowhere near ready to experience lift off, as I call it! My poor tiny flyer thought it was all his fault that Boomer followed him up to the rafters, where he usually took flight.

The young dragon had never tried to fly before, so Squagon jumped off the ledge and took flight, never thinking that Boomer might also jump! My tiny furry flyer collapsed in a fit of sobs, dropping his head onto my knee and blowing his nose on my pant leg… I know, gross! Squagon really did think that he had caused all this!

Only after I soothed my young friend, assuring him that it wasn’t his fault, did Squagon finally stop crying. I explained that accidents happen sometimes, through no ones fault at all! Unless Squagon felt that he had taken Boomer up into the rafters, with the purpose of pushing him off intentionally, it was not his fault. When I explained things to him, my little snot maker brightened up immediately, hugged my hand fiercely and ran to be with his friends.

While we all wait for the doctor to arrive, I’ve opened up one of those giant tins of multiflavored popcorn to keep everyone calm and happy… everyone loves popcorn!

Never fear folks, as I hear the doctor arriving as we speak… I’ll update you as soon as I can…