In early winter a fellow Minnesotan named Willow came bouncing out of her house with excitement.
"Snow had finally fallen!" said Willow
As Willow bounced with excitement to the garage to get her sled, a large dragon was moving towards the the hillside farm. Her wing were as delicate as morning dew, she was as swift as a feather and as silent as a falling tree when nobody is around. As Willow ran towards the hill side she noticed a swift movement in the trees, she didn't really seem to care as she continued moving to the the hillside. As she arrived to the top of the hill she got herself ready to swoop down the hill and go the fastest she has every gone. After a long day of up and down the hill Willow had dinner, dessert and went to bed. Willow woke up franticly here a loud loud noise, she looked out the window trying to spy though the pitch blackness of midnight. With Willows curious mind she very much wanted to find out what happened but forced herself to go back to bed. As Willow woke up she came to mind of her idea from last night, so she rushed down the stairs and threw on her winter close. After about an hour of wandering around near her house she saw a swift movement on the tree line,that broke the fragile layer of fresh snowfall that happened earlier that morning.Willow soon decided that she would head over and see what happened to break the tree line. After finally reaching the tree line of the forest she saw these odd shaped tracks, they almost looked like a swan wings but a huge version and the outer edge was almost like a fairly wing that Willow has seen in books from early childhood.
