Disclaimer: I don't own Jane and the Dragon.
Yeah, I am so late and have next to no excuses. And this, well, just doesn't seem to make up for it in my eyes, so hopefully, I'll have something new soon. Very soon, hopefully. Though I figured I ought to address the fact that time is passing with this short piece.
Changing:
His new game, 'Chase', had gotten to be a little more difficult as of late. For starters, the months had brought on a rather prominent growth spurt; the hatchling had growth in length, as well as a bit height wise. He could now reach some of the lower-hanging green food on the tree-legs, though it did not taste nearly as good as the ones on the smaller clumps.
There had been other changes as well. His juvenile squeaks had deepened slightly into a more growling level of noise, though they hadn't quite gotten to be the mature, intimidating roars that they would possibly become later on. Though none of this was thought about or would have made much sense to the reptile at the time. All he knew was that it was interfering with his usually fun game. He'd had to crouch lower, and be even quieter than he would have ordinary to even have a hope of getting close to the birds. However, eventually he found himself able to transverse small distances without giving his location away. However, he still had the darned habit of stepping on twigs. After which he'd had to freeze and hope his natural coloring helped him remain hidden enough to continue. That was one thing that had stayed the same, something the reptile was happy for. He wasn't certain what he would have done if his color changed into something like, say, the neon green that the loud parrot had had. Not only would it have made hiding that much more difficult, he might have tried to scratch his scales off if that had happened.
And speaking of scratching, the reptile felt a tremble work its way through his shoulder blades. Right in that hard to reach spot-!
Spurred into action by the itch, the not-so-small dragon leapt out of his hiding place, rolling on the ground to rid himself of the irritating tingling. He was somewhat gratified to see, once he had stopped, that he had succeeded in scaring all of the honking-flapping creatures out of the clearing.