rock dragon
Hello, so you want to hear the story of my talking pet…so off I go. Hi I’m Xavier, I am seven years old. One day I went for a walk in the forest. Suddenly I heard a ‘Cooiww’ sound. I looked around beside a rock. I found a rock dragon. I took it home. When I got home I asked mum if I could keep it. She yelled “NO and get that bloody disgraceful creature out of my house!” Well I guess the dragon didn’t like yelling because it started going “plo, plo, plo” and with every “plo” it released a fireball. I quickly took it outside. While we were out there I taught him to speak. So that is how I got a talking rock dragon.
By Xavier.
By Xavier.
posted by knowles at 4:30 PM
2 Comments:
What a wonderful story. I hope you keep your rock dragon fed and watered in the garden until we get back to Springwood and have a chance to chat to him/her. Grandad and Grandma.
Wish I had a rock dragon! Wish I had even a dog for a pet.... Maybe I'll get me one sometime. Think I'll get Talia a sweet kitten for her birthday in November maybe. She's been hankering after one of those for a while now.
That's a neat story you wrote there Xavier. Let's have some more....
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