The Dragon Who Paid Off Overdue Library Books
Ember the dragon had borrowed a book about volcanoes, and he had kept it for ninety-one days. When he finally flew down to the Maplewick Library, he held it in both claws like a sleeping bird.
"That comes to forty-five coins in fines," said Ms. Adeyemi, the librarian, after checking her ledger.
Ember's tail drooped. Dragons love treasure, and his hoard was his whole pride. He peeked at the pile of coins in his satchel and sighed. Then he noticed a stack of soggy books on a cart near the door. A pipe had leaked over the weekend, and the pages were wrinkled and damp.
"Excuse me," Ember said. "If I breathe warm air very gently, I might dry those without burning them. Could that count toward my fine?"
Ms. Adeyemi raised her eyebrows. She was not certain, but she agreed to try one book. Ember crouched low and let out a slow, steady breath, as soft as a summer breeze. The pages flattened and stiffened, and the library smelled of toast and old paper.
He dried the whole cart that afternoon without singeing a single cover. At closing time Ms. Adeyemi crossed out the fine in her ledger and offered him a library card of his own. Ember kept most of his coins, and he came back every Friday to dry the books and borrow another.