Every now and then, a dragon would fly by from out of the west.

To bring the mountain down so the dragon could fly again.

The Dragon flew on, but my weight seemed to be too much for it.

Dragon was flying with his birth family and fell into the river.

She spoke slowly, her eyes on the west where the dragon had flown.

So instead, he had laid another plan to get the dragons to fly.

The dragon took a look at this, shrugged, and flew away.

"I wonder if dragons can fly all the way to the stars?"

She wore a red robe with a black dragon flying across the bottom.

The dragons flying into the sunset are removed from the end shot.