FluffyPants

She got that name, because when I was a little girl, I knew this hen, who was that tame, that I could give it a hug and have it on my arm and I spend a whole lot of hours with it. I called it Fluffy Pants since its feathers by the legs were fluffed and sticking out in odd directions, so it looked like it were wearing small pants of feathers. I loved it so much, even though it belonged to a spare time farm beside my school, where students could go and say hi to the animals. I even made Fluffy Pants sit on my head once, but it hurt with its claws on the head. One day, it died because it was old and I never saw a hen that tame again. This dragon, for some reason, brought back those memories.