On a wet Thursday in a red house of Panelstone Street a mad-scientist by the name of Barb was creating something. Something different. Something dangerous. Something evil. She took the head of a rhinoceros, the scales of a trout, the eyeballs of the bald eagle, the wings of a bat, and the tale of a lizard and mashed them together. She called him Squale.

He was the first dragon.

This is his story, and it is also mine. It's one of those stories that combines crazy coincidences, where the main character knows a person, who knows a person, who knows a person who made a dragon. Yeah, that's my life. Barb was my half-sister's cousin's girlfriend's neighbor. This is the story of how I met Squale, and how he became my pet dragon.