This was a story me and my brother came up with last night. And to think, he's only seven...
Toad was at mount Pyropuff. He was humming a little tune as his soup was bubbling. He finished pouring the ingredients in and then put his hand under his chin in a thinking position. He was forgetting something. Then, he peeked up.
"And to make it taste good, I'm going to put this dead body in here!" He said cheerfully, grabbing a random dead body that was lying around. As soon as he yossed it in, the soup started to bubble.
Then, a mysterious voice said, "Anything that goes in here—dead or alive—will summon the dragon!" As if right on cue, a dragon rose from the soup. It roared, almost deafening Toad. He screamed and covered his ears. He ran behind a rock right as the dragon blew out toxic gas from his nose. Toad was safe—for now. He ran behind more rocks to hide. But he then climbed up the ladder. He kept running and hiding and climbing until he reached the top. He was trapped. He started to panic when the tall rock he was on started to crumble. It fell onto the dragon and hit it on the head.