Oh, won’t you come out to play? Join me swooping through the air and frolicking in the fields from dawn to dusk! I may look just a teensy bit scary, but I have a heart of gold. Not like my ancient ancestors of Wales, of course! My name in Welsh is Y Ddraig Goch, the red dragon—or strictly speaking, that says “the dragon red”, but no matter! Have a look at the flag of Wales; you’ll see my great-great-great—too many to count!—uncle on there, looking terribly fierce! My goodness, you wouldn't want to upset him! I have lots of handy skills. You should see me make toast—I just hold up a slice of bread and breathe fire on it! Mind you, it sometimes ends up completely incinerated—oh crumbs!