Once in a quiet sunny town of Kenwood, a quiet child Al was growing up. Every morning after breakfast he went for a walk to the river near the old yellow field. It stretched along the bank. Blue clouds brightly reflected sun rays in the sky. Al was such a kind boy that he periodically left for his magical world. Playing near the water he imagined himself to be a hero of fairy tales, where on the ship he fights with a huge dragon, spewing a stream of fire. The dragonfly obediently sat in his hands and seemed to represent itself in the form of a winged character.