Darwin was just a baby. One day, he fell out of his bed and rolled across the floor. He rolled through the door and into the outside world. The air was freezing on his gross, delicate baby skin. Darwin stopped rolling when he hit a large rock. He cried. He was movin' and shakin'. The dust and dirt from the ground blew into his mouth and eyes from the fierce wind. Even though he quite liked the taste of dirt, he continued to cry. Suddenly he heard a loud roar. Darwin flipped his fat baby head around to see a dragon, made entirely out of wheat. The wheat dragon approached Darwin, picked him up in his claw and flew away into the sunset. The parents never saw Darwin again, Darwin was living in Hawaii with his new dragon pal, Simon. They all lived happily ever after, The End.
