Chameleon the dragonChameleon the Dragon is a new ambassador for the League of Friends. He helps promote our work and encourages younger members of the community to get involved.

We are inviting schoolchildren to read the Dragon’s story below and ask them, “What happens next?” We ask them to finish the chapter with their own version of the unfolding story and send the result by email to carolwatermansmith@icloud.com before the end of January. There will be a prize for the best in each age group 8-11 years and 12-14 years. You can also download the story as a PDF HERE »

Ask your school to get involved in the Dragon Project. You might like to do something else to help us raise money for our local hospital – a dragon-themed tea party or an “own clothes day”, or encourage your school or class to take the League of Friends as your Charity of the Year.

Sometimes, on a special day, if you ask him nicely, Chameleon flies in to visit.

Please put a Dragon car sticker in your car or classroom window. More are available from the League of Friends shop at Musgrove, the Somerset Gazette office in St James St, Taunton, or Miles Tearoom, Taunton or the Secretary on 01823 461166.

If you see a Dragon sticker in a car window, please let us know on our Facebook page on www.facebook.com/LoFTaunton and Like our page!


Everybody knows that dragons’ eggs are special.

So special, in fact, that they can lie quietly for many many years, sleeping peacefully and patiently, waiting for a shaft of sunlight to awaken them.

This was just such an egg. It was a deep purple colour and had scales that made it look similar to a fir cone. Even lying there in the cave, it shimmered with an inner light that gave it a mystical glow, as if it was waiting. Waiting to be brought to life.

It’s hard to say how long it had been there. Dragons hadn’t been around for at least a thousand years and the cave where it lay had never been entered by humans. It could have been there for a thousand years or even a few million, nobody could possibly know.

The day began as thousands had before it. The cave was dark, damp and almost silent. Bats had been flying around frantically searching for a place to hang, but now that they were sleeping, a calm had descended on the cave. It was the middle of the day and as the sun beat down from its highest point, something happened that had never happened before; a narrow crack suddenly opened up in the rocks above.

A crack that had taken a tree’s roots over 300 years to open.

Shattering the darkness, a shaft of sunlight shone down from the roof of the cave like a laser beam. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it shone directly onto the dragon’s egg. It was as if a magical bolt of lightning had struck; a magical spell cast by an ancient wizard, long forgotten.

Little by little the egg started to get brighter, and a shadowy movement could be seen inside. Of course, nobody was there to see the miracle unfold as the egg began to move gently from side to side. At first, there was only a slight movement, but gradually it increased until the egg was almost tipping over, and then as suddenly as it had started, it stopped – quite still. A few moments passed and there was a tapping sound from the top of the egg as a small crack opened up. As the tapping became louder and the crack got bigger, a tiny horn appeared in the hole. It went from side to side until the hole was large enough for the head to poke through. Big black eyes looked out from a beautiful purple scaly skin and blinked once as they slowly became accustomed to the darkness. This wasn’t an animal from our time, it was an animal from a time forgotten, an animal that roamed the earth in the time of the mythological Gods. In a time when people believed that the world was flat and the unknown parts of maps were marked ‘Here be dragons’.

And that, dear readers, was exactly what was emerging from the egg on this day in the summer of 2015. A real-life dragon that had been left in the cave by its mortally wounded mother over 4,000 years before.

By now, the baby dragon was completely out of the egg and was looking around the cave with inquisitive eyes. Its nostrils opened and closed as it caught the faint smell of the bats above. The sound of a bat stretching its wings made the dragon jump a little and it looked up to try to see the source of the unfamiliar sound. Instinctively, the dragon was looking for a way out of the darkness. Its mother had somehow implanted the desire to leave the cave deep inside its subconscious mind, and it started to walk towards a small stream on the floor of the cave. It followed the stream to a tiny hole in the base of the wall of the cave and jumped into the freezing water. Immediately, it was washed away at high speed down the hole, sometimes on its back and sometimes on its front, it whizzed past stalactites and stalagmites, past glittering rock formations and the roots of trees that had broken through the roof of the tunnel. After a few minutes, the stream widened, the water slowed and the little dragon found himself washed up on a smooth piece of rock. In front of him he could see a low wide opening in the rock where the water was flowing through to the outside. The low evening sun made the water of the stream glint and sparkle as it left the cave on its long journey to the sea.

The little dragon edged towards the opening and looked outside. The opening was about 100 feet up a vertical cliff and the water fell to a small pool of crystal clear water far, far below. The dragon moved away from the edge and sat down on the rock. There was little chance of making that jump with the tiny little wings that he had been born with. He needed another plan. He couldn’t go back because the water flowed too fast, and he couldn’t go on because the drop would probably kill him. He looked outside and saw a number of creatures flying in circles above the trees. They have wings, they can fly, he thought excitedly.

How could he trick them into coming over to the waterfall and carrying him down?