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What Does Your Fairy Dragon Do

What does your fairy dragon do? I asked my grandma Murr. “I cannot share this until after I am gone, Little Dizzy. This made no sense to me, but it surely did to her. She wanted to teach quilting to me, but I was busy. After her death the only one who could see the fairy dragon was me. He came into Gram’s sewing room, holding fat quarters of cloth. I have chosen the swatches that she wanted you to see, He was a great teacher. He has been diligent, certainly no sloth. He taught me to quilt and gave me enthusiastic praise daily Grandma always wanted to teach you to quilt, he said. I was astounded and delighted by this helper, Mr. Dragg-gayly. Who helped me create quilts until I was also the one to be dead.

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