"Once upon a time, long lone ago, in a far away lane filled with magical creatures, there lived a dragon. Now this was not just some plain, ordinary dragon; this was a little pink dragon." "Really grandfather; a little pink dragon?" asked Elisabeth. "That's right. And the little dragon was so pink that his mother and father named him Pinky. "Well, as you can imagine, Pinky was different from the rest of the dragons that lived in his village, for all the dragons in his village, and other villages of his race, were green dragons. Even Pinky's parents were green dragons. The other dragons thought Pinky was very strange and he was considered an outcast. So, life was much harder for him while he was growing up in the Great Woods where his village was. Pinky had never had any friends; all the younger green dragons were mean to Pinky just because he was a different color. But little did they know just how special Pinky truly was; not even Pinky knew. "But I knew," said grandfather "So look closely into my crystal ball, as I tell you the tale of Pinky the dragon, and of the day his life was forever changed."