"Mummy, I'm scared. There's a dragon!"
"Don't be silly, sweetheart. There's no such thing."
"But I can see it. It's breathing smoke, look!"
"I can't look when I'm driving, sweet."
"It's puffing out lots of smoke. It might be waking up."
"Oh, that'll be the cooling towers. We always pass them on the way to Granddad's. We'll be there soon. We could play a game?"
"I spy with my little eye something beginning with... D"
"There are no dragons. I've told you."
As they drove into the golden evening, scaly wings stretched and a huge red eye watched them pass.