In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the trees stood tall like sentinels watching over secrets untold, there lived a dragon named Dada. He was not your typical dragon; his scales shimmered with a soft lavender hue, and his eyes sparkled like dew-kissed grass in the morning sun. Dada was known for two things: his insatiable curiosity and his penchant for bedtime stories. Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Dada would gather the woodland creatures around his cozy cave to spin tales of adventure and wonder.