The child hid motionless in the tall grass like a hunted rabbit. Not far away the dragon searched methodically among the trees and brush. Its red eyes were hungry and patient. In the opposite direction lay the grotto, cool and shimmering with invitation and untold promise. The dragon could not enter the grotto, could not come near it. If the child could reach the grotto he would be safe. He was on his hands and knees, ready to bolt as the dragon moved closer, but he knew he could not outrun the dragon. He knew he had to reach the grotto, and he knew he could not possibly reach it before the dragon was upon him. Only a miracle could save him, and the dragon was coming closer, rumbling softly to itself, and time was running out.