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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Tale of the Duck The morning was crisp and in need of assist from the sun to warm up the day. The Dragon needed some food to lighten his mood so he had a plumb before making his way. Flagan then met a young Duck who was down on her luck as her schooling was not going well. She was sorely needing...to keep up her reading and was struggling as Flagan could tell. 'Get out your book and we'll both have a look.' said the Dragon to cheer up the lass. 'You will soon find...that given more time you will be reading as well as your class. The secret I am told by those who are bold is to read with a sister or brother. And working together...the reading gets better when taking turns with one or the other.' So they sat by a tree and Flagan could see the young Duck was getting less shy. And they began reading the book and all that it took was a little help to get the Duck by. When the Duck would resist...the Dragon would give an assist making big words more easy to grasp. The young Duck was impressed how better the test when others shared in the task. Before it was known...over three hours had flown but the Duck needed to know just one thing. So before she was leaving...she had a hard time believing the Dragon was not using his wings. 'I much prefer walking as I get to start talking,' said Flagan, 'To more engage with those I should meet. For it's not where you're going but the journey itself and have the memories of the Creatures you greet.' The young Duck took to the sky as Flagan waved goodbye and promised to return when he could. But shed a small tear knowing it could be a year before reaching this part of the woods. The Tale of the Talkalot Another day closer to where he was going to the Inn the snugged Poopy Bay. Where the Dragon hoped to find sail...and get to see Whales who he heard were there for a day. Flagan had risen at dawn and was beginning to yawn as the climate was humid and hot. When who did he see? In a very large tree but a small pink and blue Talkalot. Now as everyone knows...they wear funny clothes and are prone to talk scuttlebutt. They rarely make sense but in their defense A Talkalot is considered quite nuts. Flagan would try...to sneak right on by hoping to escape and be on his way. Because once they get started you must wait till they've farted or they will yammer for most of the day. The Dragon tried to be quiet and now regretted his diet as his stomach was making some sounds. And thought he had made it but his tummy forbade it and the Talkalot turned right around. 'What do we have here? A cheeseburger I fear who was trying to escape my attention. But you'll be happy to know where the wild things grow and monkey butts fear their retention.' Flagan let out a sigh but was determined to try as he did not want to offend. As Talkalots were prone...to live all alone so saw everyone they met as a friend. The Talkalot said, 'The trees need some bread and the sky is clever and damp. But little is known of why pigs are not growing while a berry bush sets up its camp.' Flagan kept an expression to give the impression he understood what had transpired. And hoped given time... the Talkalot would find the Dragon was getting quite tired. So things moved along as the Talkalot carried on and told of his love to smell colors. He had a fondness for blue...he had ate quite a few but his stories just kept getting duller. Flagan was losing all hope and failing to cope with the nonsense of this verbal grind. He began to start walking but the Talkalot kept talking and followed Flagan closely behind. But all was not lost...as the Talkalot paid the cost and let loose a mighty great fart. His eyes rolled together and he dropped in the heather holding his hands on both of his hearts. There was no grieving...the Talkalot was breathing... just overcome by the smell of his gas. So Flagan was believing it was time to get leaving while the Talkalot was passed out in the grass. The Dragon quickened his pace as if in a race to put some distance and cover his tracks. But it felt more than right to walk through the night and never once did he dare to look back. Part 4 The Tale of the Inn. *For anyone interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
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