Friday Fictioneers: What’s That?
“Wow. Cool rocks. They’re too big for a river to have worn them down. Did you find them in the ocean?” Seamus asked.
“Not ocean. Not rocks. Eggs,” Krunkie said.
“Eggs? But they’re at least a meter long. What could produce such a large egg?” Billie asked.
“Ha. Ha. Dragon’s don’t exist,” Seamus said.
Kronkie patted an egg and said, “Dragon egg.”
“What do you plan to do with them? Make an omelet?” Billie asked.
“We protect from evil wizard.”
“We?” Ten-year-old Seamus and Billie looked worried. “What evil wizard?”
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This is an excerpt from a children’s book I’m working on.
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