Sun Mote Copse the frumious bandersnatch!

She'd been asking generally, though Sugar was quick to react to Bronco's prompting. "I'm stronk!" she insisted, straightening her legs to pull herself to her fullest height (which was quite puny) and puffing out her chest. "I'm a dragon!" It didn't occur to her to explain that she was a good dragon, whereas the one that had attacked her father was a bad one. It was a foregone conclusion that dragons were much like wolves in that way: some were good guys, others were bad guys.

She'd actually forgotten all about the game for a moment, though now that Bronco playfully challenged her, Sugar quickly reprised her role as a dragon. She bared her teeth and hissed, even as her tiny tail lashed. In her mind's eye, smoke furled from her jaws and the leather wings sprouting from her back would fan the flames about to spout from her mouth.

And just because, Sugar's imagination cast Bronco into the role of the nefarious dragon who had burned Elwood. Now she would be more than happy to avenge her father and began by opening her mouth, shooting a jet of imaginary flame at her cousin even as she sprang toward him.