Turning It Round

Every morning the dragon rolled into the village in her 4x4 taking up residence in her little den. With her bright red face, tight bun and high screech she tried to keep control of the disfunctional mob. At any slight disturbance she would open her door and smell the trouble.

The brave boys were not frightened of this terror as their gangs fought for control of the playground but they were no match for her determination to quell their antics with her ruthless efficiency.

Every night she drove home in her dragon wagon convinced she would make the school outstanding.