The dragon was aware of her deficiencies–her reptile bulk, her scaly and inhospitable limbs. She had fierce clawed mitts where a Mother’s hands should be. At best she was barely adequate for the task of parenting a human child. While the little one slept in the crook of her arm she began to search through her vast piles of objects for anything that might help her to nourish and sustain this tiny child whom she already loved deeply.