Drago, a dragon with scales as vibrant as autumn leaves, lay sprawled on a grassy knoll, staring glumly at the sky. His allergy to treasure was a curse he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.

Drago sneezed violently as he accidentally brushed against a stray coin. "Why does treasure have to be so... shiny?" he lamented, his eyes watering from the allergic reaction. Drago knew he had to find a way to hoard without succumbing to his ailment.

Drago sat amidst the flowers, brainstorming his next move. "If only I could collect something else," he mused. His eyes fell on the vibrant feathers of a passing bird, and inspiration struck. "Feathers! Yes, feathers could be my treasure!"

Drago worked tirelessly, his collection growing by the minute. "These feathers are more beautiful than any gem," he said to himself, admiring his treasure trove. With each feather, his spirits soared higher.

One dragon, Blaze, noticed Drago's peculiar hoarding habits. "Feathers instead of gold?" Blaze teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Drago shrugged, unfazed. "At least I won't sneeze myself to death," he retorted, eliciting laughs from the others.

Drago sighed happily, his heart full. "Who needs gold when you have a masterpiece like this?" he said, gazing at his colorful collection. Drago had found his treasure, one that brought him joy without the sneezes. In Glimmerwood, his laughter echoed, a melody as rich as any hoard of gold.