A mischievous little golden dragonling hopped straight into the cart and let her push it along.
Seeing that she didn't shoo away the golden dragonling in the cart, its playmates spread their wings and flew into the cart as well.
This was like poking a hornet's nest, with over a dozen little dragonlings just over a meter tall scrambling into the cart in a rush.
The cart, which was not very big to begin with, couldn't fit so many little dragonlings, and then they started to frolic inside the cart. Soon, one dragonling after another fell out of the cart and tumbled to the ground.
Looking at these rolly-polly little dragonlings, she wanted to hug this one, then hug that one—they were too cute; she wanted to raise a whole litter...
"I kind of want a tiny dragon cub..."
"Forget it, you can't afford it. Dragon cubs aren't as easy to raise as you think."