“Into the Dragon’s Lair” #6

So, I had a bit of an adventure last night.  Rather different from the big one I just went on, but an adventure nonetheless: helping Dad unclog the bathroom drain!  Plumbing being something quite out of my experience, I was rather scared at the prospect.  And, of course, Spencer was off swimming with some friends–and probably having the time of his life–so I had to do it. 🙂  Cue Dad’s comment about how Becca and I are now ‘learning what it means to have a brother’.  Really, I think that should have been directed solely at me, as Becca just sat on the bed in the other room on her computer, using college as an excuse. 🙂  I must say that Dad did most of the work.  And, that kind of thing is somehow less gross when you’re doing it, not just standing around watching your dad and brother do it.  (I know, I know, that doesn’t follow.)  But only a little less–to say I felt like I needed to wash my hands afterwards is an understatement; I felt more like pulling them off and throwing them away.  Suddenly wishing I was a Lego mini figure and could grab easy replacements out of  the toy-box! 🙂  Even after I washed them they still felt dirty–and probably would have for hours had I not already been planning to shower.  Oh! and I bumped my head while climbing around under the sink.  Pathetically classic.

Okay: enough about my adventure, let’s get to Hannah and Spenser’s!

Hey! one more thing: for those of you who were disappointed because you were expecting a more classic, medieval dragon-story–don’t worry: the next one is a good ole’ unoriginal, knight-in-shining-armor, princess-story.  

And, in the original version part of this was in Chapter 4.  I decided that the chapter ended better the other way, so I cut it off on here.  And like always, here’s the last one.  Now:

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Hannah and Spenser pick up as much of the treasure as they can carry and start up the tunnel.  It’s very difficult to carry twenty pounds of hold and diamonds over two miles, especially when all you have to carry it in is a bunch of old chests that are so rotten that when you pick them up the bottoms break because of the weight.  It takes Spenser and Hannah three hours to move all the treasure back to the helicopter.

The two of them have a lot to tell Kirsten and Bekah on the way home!  The day after they get home, Reporter Mike Joseph comes to to Spenser’s house.  Hannah and Spenser get to tell their story on the news!  After that Spenser calls Jason Daniels, who is the director of a museum in Omaha.  Mr. Daniels says that he will buys the Rothfuss’ gold and diamonds and display it in his museum.

After that Spenser makes Hannah his official navigator, and The Darting Dragon becomes their official transportation.

Spenser, Hannah. Kirsten, and Bekah have many, many adventures together and become very good friends.

And someday, perhaps, I’ll write another book about this quartet! 🙂

THE END

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Which I never did! 🙂  And, yes, the smiley-face is original. *sigh*

So: what did you think of the first story I posted?  Who was your favorite character? (I know characters were limited, so if you don’t have one that’s fine! 🙂 ) What was your favorite part?  Any other comments, thoughts, concerns?  I want your opinion!  I won’t be offended if there’s something you think I should have done different!

Happy Tuesday!

P.S. And don’t give up on me.  I have another surprise for next Tuesday! 🙂

Good deed for the day

And he writhed inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand.  He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one. (146)

The Chronicles of NarniaThe Horse and His Boy, by C.S. Lewis

 

At some birthday a long time ago (I don’t remember which one exactly) I was given a copy of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.  I had heard Becca and Spencer talk about The Chronicles of Narnia (I probably heard more spoilers for those books than any others I’ve read 🙂 ), but I had not read any of them before that time.  I was told I should read The Magician’s Nephew first* but I wanted to read the book I owned first, so I waywardly did.

I proceeded to read the rest of the books, and loved them!  I read them so many times that I couldn’t read them any more–which, for me, is 7 times. 🙂  I’m ‘into’ repetition!

So I moved on and read other things.  After a while I got in a conversation with someone about the movies, and she said they were good.  I told Dad I wanted to watch them.  So we watched The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe together.  I liked it–but that’s another story, and a long one too.  After watching the movie, I went and re-read the book (movies do that to me); and found I could read it again!  There were actually some things I had forgotten.

The other day I needed something to read, and grabbed a random book off my shelf.  It happened to be The Horse and His Boy.  I opened to a random place and started reading.  It was delightful!  Of course, I knew exactly what had happend, and what was happening, and what was going to happen, and what had happened and was going to happen in all the other books–but it was still fun!

What are some of your favorite books?  What are your ‘comfort books’ that you know you love?  Some of my others are The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien, Little Women by Louisa Mae Alcott, and Prophet by R.J. Larson.  I go read my favorite parts of these just for fun when I need something to do!  I could probably quote most of them to you! 🙂

 

* It is a common misconception that The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is the first book in The Chronicles of Narnia.  And I guess in some ways it is, as it was written first, but The Magician’s Nephew takes place before it does, so I call it the first.

“Into the Dragon’s Lair” Behind the Scenes

And just to dash all your hopes quickly, no, this is not a story-post.  I decided I was going to do a post like this with all my stories right before the last chapter.  I’m just going to take the time to tell you where I got my inspiration, where the picture came from, and other random things now.

* I hadn’t thought of doing this when I started posting, so I already told you where my inspiration came from.  It was Spencer, me, Mom, Becca, and Michael that were on the geocaching trip; and Spencer made up titles  for all of us that I used in my story–except I think M was the luggage or the passenger or something (because he was in the stroller that Mom was ‘pilotting’) and I just couldn’t go with that; so I gave him a different job (spoiler alert: you’ll see him and Dad in the last chapter).  Oh! and Spencer actually left me alone and walked off out-of-sight in the trees looking for the geocache for a little while.  Being left alone in the Bolivian jungle would be WAY worse though, the only thing that made it nerve-racking was pessimistic me.  And I made the spider up off the top of my head–I don’t think there’s any such thing.

* The picture is actually of a tree in China, not Bolivia; and it’s not in the jungle, it’s in a park–but I thought it would suffice.  With a selection like this, it was hard to choose:

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* Like I said, all the characters are named after one of my family members, only spelled different.  I also mentioned that in the original manuscript I spelled the explorer’s name S-P-E-N-C-E-R like my brother, but here I spelled it S-P-E-N-S-E-R.  I also spelled the female dragon’s name F-O-G-G-Y-N-E-S-S in the first copy, but I changed it to the regular F-O-G-G-I-N-E-S-S for my blog.  I don’t know why I spelled it weird in the first one.  Maybe I didn’t know how to spell it right… I don’t remember.  This way feels more natural (because it is) and my computer doesn’t give it that annoying red underline.

* I think I wrote this book in one day, or maybe two or three–not many! 🙂 I made almost everybody I lent it to read it one chapter at a time, because I love dropping people on cliff-hangers!

 

I hope you guys are enjoying my story!  I can’t wait to post the last chapter!  See you guys, and happy Saturday! 🙂

Never a Dull Moment!!!

Okay, some of these are going to be kinda’ old, but I thought I’d post about what we’ve been doing lately.  First of all…

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Dad and Spencer installed a slide in our basement by laying cardboard on the stairs.  It’s really incredibly fun! 🙂

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In motion. *sigh*  But those two are always in motion, even without a slide! 🙂

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Yes, even us “bigs” did it…

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Including me. 🙂

Little brother enjoyed putting cardboard scraps down the slide during construction
Little brother enjoyed putting cardboard scraps down the slide during construction
Tools are SO much more fun than toys!
Tools are SO much more fun than toys! 🙂

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I never thought I’d be the one to post about crafts, but this was just so cool, I HAD to post about it!  It’s really simple: you just write/draw something on a piece of paper with a white crayon, and then water-color over the top.  The white shows through!

Voice of Experience: make sure your crayon-lines are thick.  Otherwise they don’t show very well.  Oh! and if you don’t think it’s working at first; try painting a little more before giving up, because if takes a minute sometimes.

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Guess who made this one?  Mama made one that said ‘Joy’ and I went with the fruit-of-the-spirit-theme.  And seriously what other one could I do???

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I also made an “H” [for Hanna], but the crayon didn’t show up real well… I’m blaming it on my brush–and whoever stole my first brush (by mistake) and gave it to Lucy.  Mama got me a different one that worked better, but it still only worked so well.

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What’s that?  Oh! no, there’s no point.  Just me being artsie again, that’s all.

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Lu saw people playing dominoes at grandma’s house, and was very interested.  We got ours out and she played it with Becca and I one evening while the big boys were gone and Mom was putting Michael to bed.

I found dominoes quite picturesque:

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We had these left over, and I figured out that they all went together…

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Except this one:

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Poor, lonely, little domino!

 

More costumes…

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Butterflies this time.  I have NO idea where that came from!  We’re still crazy about Cinderella… though at the moment Kipper the Dog is playing in the background–Michael’s choice. 🙂

This is from a while ago, but I thought I’d post it anyway ’cause it was just way too cute!

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Over and over and over and over…

 

There’s never a dull moment at MY house!!! 🙂

Happiest of Friday’s to you! 🙂 🙂 🙂

March Book Reviews: “The Princess and the Goblin”

I am going to try to post a book review every Thursday in March.  I’m not ready to get a real schedule going, but I thought I’d try it for a month.  It shouldn’t be too hard, as I love to read and I love to write, and book reviews are a combination of the two!  Once again, I’ll probably fudge a little if I miss a day… or I might skip, ’cause you guys won’t be on cliff-hangers! 🙂

I read this review of The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald and thought it sounded interesting.  I told my mom about it and stated I would like to read it.  She had never read it, but she had heard of it, and said I could check it out from the library.

This book has good morals, but is also humorous and I really liked the beginning.  Somewhere in the middle of it I got pretty “weirded-out” and decided it was not my style.  By the end, though, I had decided I liked it again #inconsistency

To make a long story short: I liked it, but the fact that there was a pretty-much allegorical God-figure without it really being an allegory–And that that figure was a woman–and that she was biological related to Irene, but not to everyone in the story, was hard to get used to.

ANYWAY–This is a story about a princess who was sent to the country to be raised.  She lives in a house in the mountains, and is looked after by her nurse.

“Why, where can you have been, princess?” asked the nurse, taking her in her arms.  “It’s very unkind of you to hide away so long.  I began to be afraid–”  Here she checked herself.  “What were you afraid of, nursie?” asked the princess.  “Never mind,” she answered.  “Perhaps I will tell you another day.  Now tell me where you have been?” (24)

The people bringing her up are forbidden to tell the princess about the existence of the goblins that live in the caverns beneath the mountains.  These goblins only come out at night, when they love to make mischief.  So the people, naturally, stay inside after dark–except a few: some of the miners, who do not fear the goblins because they know what the goblins cannot stand–singing.

At all events, those who were most afraid of them were those who could neither make verses themselves, nor remember the verses that other people made for them; while those who were never afraid were those who could make verses for themselves; for although there were certain old rhymes which were very effectual, yet it was well known that a new rhyme. if of the right sort, was even more distasteful to them, and therefore more effectual in putting them to flight. (48)

Curdie Peterson happens to be one of those who can make up verses on the spot, and truly is never afraid, even when a strange turn of events places him in the kingdom of the goblins themselves (where his songs are less heeded) thanks to another goblin-weakness he discovers.

Princess Irene, in my first quote, happened to be up in the attic where she had gone exploring and gotten lost.  She meets someone who happens to be up there, but I am not going into all that right now… but I will tell you it is the beginning of the princess’s many, many trips to the attic.

Irene and Curdie meet quite by mistake, and that chance meeting is the beginning of several adventures they have together–not always on the best of terms: The princess’s nurse does not approve of Curdie; nor does Curdie approve of Irene’s stories of a thread that she follows that will always lead her to safety, which he himself cannot see or feel.

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I enjoyed this book, though all the ‘magic’ was handled very mysteriously, without the reader ever being given a clear explanation, which bothered me.  It was more of a quiet, innocent story than what I have been reading lately, and both main characters were younger than me.  But there were still some goblin parts that were downright nasty.

They had enough of affection left for each other, to preserve them from being absolutely cruel for cruelty’s sake… (12)

I believe this statement to be contradicted strongly by all goblin-appearances in the rest of the book!

Neither Irene or Curdie had siblings, but I loved their relationships with their parents: Irene did not live with her parents, but her father would come and visit her (I do not think her mother was still alive) and she would go running out and get on his horse with him before he even got off–it was so sweet!!!  Curdie did live with his parents, and their love for each other was amazing!  They were always working for each other and helping each other; and Curdie was very respectful, which is rather hard to find these days.

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In the review I linked to above, Miss Ruth said:

C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien read George MacDonald’s books, and the Chronicles of Narnia and the Hobbit were both influenced by his writings. Thus, however indirectly, many of the fantasy books you read today are influenced by “the Princess and the Goblin”.

So I, of course, began looking for similarities.  I did not think they had a lot in common, but I found three things that reminded me of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work:

1) The goblins in Mr. MacDonald’s book have no toes (weird, weird, I know–bear with me) which might have something to do with the toeless troll in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.

2) Shelob and the giant spiders in Mirkwood might have been inspired by this reference to extraordinary, if not large, spiders:

It is spider-webs–of a particular kind.  My pigeons bring it to me from over the great sea.  There is only one forest where the spiders live who make this particular kind–the finest and strongest of any. (78)

3) These quotes do not need much explanation!

“Then you’re leaving the story unfinished, Mr. Author!”  “Not more unfinished than it ought to be, I hope.  If you ever knew a story finished, all I can say is, I  never did.  Somehow, stories won’t finish. (203)

The Princess and the Goblin

‘Why, to think of it, we’re in the same tale still!  It’s going on.  Don’t the great tales never end?’  ‘No, they never end as tales.’ (697)

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There is still the whole those-were-good-but-these-were-bad problem, but that has little to do with inspiration.

The only that reminded me of C.S. Lewis’s books was the unexplained-magic (^see above^).

Over-all I liked this book, and it was fun to read–which I did in one day! 🙂

“But I must confess that I have sometimes been afraid about my children–sometimes about you, Irene.”  “Oh, I’m so sorry… To-night, I suppose you mean.”  “Yes, a little to-night; but a good deal when you had all but made up your mind that I was a dream. (105)

 

Do you think my book reports are too l-o-n-g???

Happy Thursday!

P.S. If you feel a little out-Middle-Earth-ed by my last two book reviews, so does everybody else whose ever talked to me.  Don’t read my blog if that bothers you.

“Into the Dragon’s Lair” #5

Tuesday again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I contemplated posting something else first, for cruelties sake alone, but I couldn’t bring myself!  Why in the world am in so much suspense when I WROTE the story?!

Like always, here’s the last post.  I’m doing this so if people find only one of my posts somehow, they can link back.  Problem is I have NO way to make sure they can find the posts that come after.  Ceste la vie [“this is life” for those of you who don’t speak French], I did what I could.

Okay, this (spoiler alert) is the climax.  You can’t imagine how fun it was to end on such a cliff-hanger last time!  (I know, I know: I’m downright cruel.  I have now lost all reputation of being a nice person, haven’t I?)

Oh!  And I feel inclined to mention that my reader Savannah absolutely nailed it in the comments on this post with her suggestion of another dragon–even though it goes against a quote from a certain book series a little birdie told me she’s read:

That is why you will seldom find more than one dragon in the same country. (94)

The Chronicles of NarniaThe Voyage of the Dawn Treader, by C.S. Lewis

I couldn’t it earlier because it would have given away too much.

Now, as I’m sure the rest of you are all saying, “Okay, good job, Savannah–now let’s get on with it”; I’ll get on with it.  Happy reading!

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CHAPTER 4~FIRE AND FURY:

As Fogginess creeps up the tunnel, she becomes more and more puzzled.  She hasn’t see her husband since yesterday morning (she doesn’t know he’s dead), and as she climbs up the tunnel she hears the clinking of coins, the creak of old hinges, and voices sounding very loud and excited up there in the dark.  Human voices?  Impossible!  Not in the lair of a dragon like Grizzled.

But there are voices up there in the dark.  Finally Fogginess peeks out into the Big Cavern–and there are two of those annoying little human-creatures sitting in the biggest cave of the whole lair, fingering her husbands treasure and talking excitedly.  Fogginess can hold her anger in no longer.  She gives a howl of rage and leaps into the Big Cavern, giving a terrible roar.  There’s fire in her eyes and smoke in her mouth.

In a moment Spenser has his pistol drawn, but it’s no use: the bullet bounces off the dragon’s scales.  Sparks pour from Fogginess’ mouth as she leaps forward.  Not caring which one of the humans dies first, she leaps for Spenser.  He, in a last effort to protect himself and Hannah, draws his knife and stabs the dragon in the throat.  The two of them are saved by luck!*  The throat is Fogginess’ one weak point and the blade pushes through a crack where the Head Scales and the Neck Scales meet.  With a howl of pain and anger Fogginess flops back, lifeless, on the floor of the cave.

 

“I th-thought Grizzled was dead,” says Hannah, when she gets her breath back.  “It can’t be Grizzled, because we saw him.  He’s dead,” says Spenser.  “Then is this his mate or his child, sir?” wonders Hannah.  “I don’t know.  And we don’t know if there are any more, so do we take the treasure and get out of here, or do we try to find and kill the rest of them (if there are any)?” asks Spenser.  “I think we should go, sir,” replies Hannah.  “Yes, I think we should too, Navigator.  It’s obvious our guns aren’t any good!”

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P.S. Sorry I forgot to include the chapter name in my last post.  I just added it.  Next post is the last one!!!

 

*Totally borrowed that quote from The Hobbit.  *sigh*  I was such a copy-cat when I was little–still am! 🙂

Blessings and Stories: Love

Happy March, y’all!  Lucy figured out about St. Patrick’s Day, and was just sure that we needed shamrocks now that it was March. 🙂

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She saw them at someone else’s house–they do Christmas in China, but not St. Patrick’s Day.

I thought I should do another “Blessings and Stories” post; so, keeping the Valentine’s Day theme (because March is not May), I did one I wrote about love.

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When I was little I came to the conclusion that we would be happier if we didn’t lose our hearts to stuff.  I realized that if there wasn’t anything I didn’t want broken or lost, and I knew I would go to heaven, I would have no problems.  No worries.  Zero.

But there was a hitch: people.  If there were people in you life that you loved, you would worry about them.  Even if you knew they were going to heaven, you would worry about them–and you don’t.  Sometimes you just don’t know.

And try as I might I couldn’t get past that.  I knew it was important to love people–I wasn’t giving up on that.  But loving is problematic.  It’s dangerous, and it’s inconvenient.

I remember a time when two of my friends weren’t getting along, and I felt stuck in the middle of it; and when I told my mom about it she explained that if you lived all alone on an island you would be lonely, but life would be easier.  ‘Cause relationships are messy.  Very messy.

Recently we re-watched The Princess Bride.  It’s a good movie; entertaining and funny, but it’s morals are “off”.  And there’s this theme in it that if you love someone hard enough then neither of you can die.  Which is absurd.

It makes love practical.  And love is not.

Oh, and love is not a feeling.  Whatever anyone says.  It’s not a wishy-woshy sensation that makes you go light-headed whenever someone walks into the room.  It’s a choice.  And a hard one sometimes.

Love is not practical.  It doesn’t make things perfect.  It will wreck your life.  And resurrect it again.  Because God is love, and Jesus will wreck you life, and then bring it back together again–exactly what happened to HIM when HE loved us.

I love the quote from the movie Frozen: “Love is putting someone else’s needs before you own.”  Because that’s a choice.  And you rarely feel like putting someone else first.

I wrote on my blog recently: “I’m in love.  And that’s dangerous, because when you truly love someone you are willing to do anything for them.”

I liked the quote from the Rend Collective song The Cost: “Real love is not afraid to bleed.”

Love is patient.  Love is kind.

But love is courageous.

As I have loved you…

So, when I posted on Valentine’s Day I decided I wanted to end my post with a Bible verse.  And I didn’t want to do the typical first-Corinthians-thirteen-thing.  I mean, those verses are great, but everybody uses them!

And something in me wanted to be unique.  Maybe it’s because I never “fit in” when I was little(r), and so I have a problem with it now.  I mean, I went years without a TV in my house, I didn’t play the popular video-games, I didn’t watch the popular movies, I didn’t wear the popular cloths, etc.  So I went unique.  I picked kind of randomly, but that made me think.

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“My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.” -John 15:12

I have been praying recently that God would give me HIS heart, and help me love as HE loved me. I realized recently what this means–the extent of what I was asking HIM.  I realized it was probably one of the most risky things I’ve ever done.  But I still do it.  I can’t say why.  Probably because I want to love.  I just want to.

When told to ask for anything, Solomon asked for wisdom.  I started wondering what I would ask for, if I was given that choice.  I decided I’d  ask for HIS heart–HIS love.

I have this “thing” with love.  Probably because I gave up on the whole wisdom-thing a long time ago.  Probably because I know if I love, it will motivate me to do what I can–which might not be much, but I know it’s a whole lot more when I’m motivated by something.

Loving is dangerous.  Begging to be able to love like crazy is reckless.  And I don’t even care.  I get defiant about love.  I say “I don’t care” a lot.  So maybe I don’t.

I honestly don’t know why I have this love “thing”–I don’t know where it came from.  But I want to love anyway.  I just do.

This probably sounds crazy, but I don’t even care!

Daughter of the King

“But, Mr. Author, why do you always write about princesses?”  “Because every little girl is a princess.”  “You will make them vain if you tell them that.”  “Not if they understand what I mean.”  “Then what do you mean?”  “What do you mean by a princess?”  “The daughter of a king.”  “Very well, then every little girl is a princess, and there would be no need to say anything about it, except that she is always in danger of forgetting her rank, and behaving as she had grown out of the mud.  I have seen little princesses behave like the children of thieves and lying beggars, and that is why they need to be told they are princesses.” (9)

The Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald

And yes, I’m hoping to do a book review of this, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.  Sorry.

Happy Wednesday!!! 🙂

“Into the Dragon’s Lair” #4

IT’S TUESDAY AGAIN!!!!! 🙂

Here’s the last post I did, in case anyone missed it or wants to re-read anything.

I picked this story to put on my blog because it was already broken down into smaller parts and because some of those smaller parts ended on really good cliff-hangers.  You’ll see why I brought this up in this post in a minute! 🙂

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CHAPTER 3~THE DRAGON’S LAIR:

“Well, I s’pose we had better go in,” says Spenser, pulling his flash-light out of his back-pack.  “I don’t really like the idea of going in there,” says Hannah.  “I mean, I know there’s nothing to be afraid of; the dragon is dead.”

They both turn on their flashlights and start down.  It’s very slippery, and the two of them have trouble finding hand-holds in the mossy rocks.  The slanted floor is slippery, and so are the walls–even the ceiling is slippery!

Finally they come to a large circular cavern.  In the middle are about five chests with the lids thrown back.  The chests are filled with gold and diamonds!  “My great, great (however many greats!) grandfather’s treasure!” exclaims Spenser.  “We did it! We did it!  We found it!” cries Hannah.

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 Now Grizzled (as you already know) is dead.  But he lived longer than Spenser thought he would.  In fact, he only died yesterday, and his mate, Fogginess, is still alive.

Fogginess lives in the very cave where Spenser and Hannah are now!  She has a small tunnel, with a room at the end, in which she used to hide when her husband came home in a bad temper.

But she also sleeps there, and now she has just been awakened by a lot of noise at the top of the tunnel.  Fogginess is annoyed (and dragons are very dangerous when they are annoyed), and she starts creeping up the tunnel to see what’s going on.

My world through my eyes