Another waste of space

In the Marmalade Forest (forest!), between the make-believe trees.
In a cottage cheese cottage, lives Albi. Albi. Albi. Albi. Albi, the racist dragon.

[Part 6]
So all the angry villagers chased Albi into a very cold, very scary cave.
And it was so cold and scary in there, that Albi began to cry.
Dragon tears! Which, as we all know, turned into jellybeans!
Anyway, at that moment he felt a tiny little hand rest upon his tail.
And he turned around, and who should that little hand belong to, but the badly burnt Puddlebian boy from the day before.
"What are you doing here, I thought I killed you yesterday?" grumbled Albi, quite racistly.
"No, Albi, you did not kill me with your dragon flames. I crawled to safety, however you left me very severely disfigured and scarred," laughed the boy.
Boy: "Why are you crying so?"
Albi: "I'm crying because all of those villagers chased me into this horrible cave! I think it's because I'm so-o-o racist! Get your hand off my tail, you'll make it dirty."
Boy: "No, Albi, it isn't because of your racism that they chased you here. They chased me here, too, when I became disfigured. It's because ... they don't like you and I ... because we're different to them...."
And that made Albi cry a single tear, which turned into a jellybean all the colors of the rainbow.
And suddenly, Albi wasn't racist anymore!
So, they sat in the cave (the ca-a-a-ve) and ate bubblegum pie. Yum! Albi, the racist (well, not anymore!) Dra-a-a-gon.