Pepperoni pizza

"In a world where pizza only comes in pepperoni, one brave hero must defy all expectations in order to rescue the frog prince." A young girl proclaimed in her best deep narration voice. The girl's friend Colleen rolled her eyes.
"Why does that world only have pepperoni pizza?" Colleen asked, glancing up from her notebook.
"Because the dwarves were the ones to invent it, and have forbidden any of the other species from altering the recipe." The girl replied. "They even put a curse on it, so that if anyone tries to alter the recipe, they'll be turned to stone!" Colleen tilted her head and frowned.
"Really."
"Yep."
"Whitney, you sure think of some odd things."
Balancing a pencil on her nose, Whitney grinned. "They're not my ideas. Qadir tells me all about these adventures every Tuesday."Pulling out her notebook, Whitney flipped through until she came to a drawing. "This is the best I could do, but that's him."
Colleen peered at the drawing, squinting at the stick figure for a moment. "Uh, that looks like a cat with wings."
Whitney looked at the drawing, then pointed at different parts of it. "Its supposed to be a little dragon. See, here are his wings, and he only has three horns. His wings are kind of small, but he's really quick."
Colleen scratched her ear, then shrugged. "Okay, so this dragon meets with you on Tuesdays to tell you about adventures? Wouldn't a dragon rather eat you?"
Whitney laughed. "Qadir isn't like other dragons. He really likes pizza, and is determined to become the greatest hero who ever lived!"
"Right," Colleen smiled a little as she gave a chuckle. Closing her notebook, she put it in her bag and stood up. "Well, I've got to head home. It was fun studying with you."
Whitney nodded, then her eyes widened. "Wait a minute, today is Tuesday!" Grinning, she clapped her hands. "Do you want to meet Qadir? I'm sure he'd love to meet you."
Colleen's smile grew as she shook her head. "Maybe next week. My mom is making meatloaf, and if I don't hurry home, then my brothers will eat it all."
Whitney nodded, then walked Colleen to the front door. Waving goodbye, Whitney waited until her friend disappeared around the corner. Then she ran to the backyard. Moving through the garden to the short, fat tree in the corner of the yard, Whitney sat below it.
"Were you able to rescue the frog prince?" She asked, tilting her head up.
Clinging to the trunk of the tree and hidden among the branches, a small green dragon gave a grin that revealed sharp teeth.
"Yes. Would you like to hear how?"
"Of course!" Whitney replied, returning the dragon's grin.
"It all began at the temple of Sand, where I had to fight a golem twice my size ..."