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I went for a walk in the early morning, through my backyard and along the streambed. After walking for about an hour, I realized I had never been this far up the stream before. I rounded a bend and noticed a strange, oval shaped rock on the stream bank, about two feet tall. As I walked closer and crouched down to inspect it, I saw it rock on its base. The shell was a myriad of colors and when I touched it, it was warm to the touch. All of a sudden, a crack appeared, widening quickly. The ‘rock’ swayed again and I heard a small thud as a piece of shell flew off. A tiny nose stuck itself out through the whole and greedily sucked in air. Another pause, and this time the shell split in half and a baby dragon the size of a small dog crawled out. It looked at me with a question in its jewel-like eyes, as if to ask where its mother was. As I watched, it seemed to cough, twice, just before it sneezed and a fireball the size of my fist struck the ground next to the dragon. I held out my hands, and it stretched out its neck to sniff. After a small hesitation and a brief glance at me, it gathered itself in and leaped into my arms, nestling in the crook of my arm. A small puff of smoke arose, accompanied by a sound not unlike a cat’s purr, before the small creature fell asleep in my arms. |
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© Written in English 101, Fall 2005. All material copyrighted by Claire Taylor |
