He lives at Noisy Creek. He can't sleep there at night because it's so noisy, so he sneaks into our house, crawls under my son's bed, and then pets our dog all night while she sleeps. He is 'so sneaky, and so gentle, that she doesn't even know he is there petting her.'
He has a pet dragon. Sometimes the dragon follows us around and we have to be very quiet or the dragon will incinerate us. If I speak too loudly during these times, my son panics.
He's magic.
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