Last summer, when he thought I wasn't looking, I observed Cubby telling one of the neighborhood six-year-olds that there were dragons living in the storm drains, under our street.

'We feed them meat...and then they don't get hungry and blow fire and roast us.'

Little James listened closely, with a very serious expression on his face. Then he ran home to get some hot dogs from his mother.

Auteur: John Elder Robison