Jaina skipped out to play, then skidded to a stop. She had a problem. A big one. Her problem was rumbling and grumbling. Her problem had shiny, spiny scales and a long tail.
“THERE’S A DRAGON IN MY TREE HOUSE!”
Jaina had to get rid of it. She made her most terrifically terrifying face.
The dragon didn’t budge.
She tried again. “No dragons allowed!”
The dragon stomped and snorted,blowing sparks into the treetops.
Jaina knew just what to do. She stomped and snorted back, flinging her arms wildly. “Roar!” she cried.
The dragon roared back, scorching daisies and melting buttercups.
“How dare you?” Jaina gasped.
She armed herself with broccoli-cauliflower-spinach soup. Blech. Everyone knows dragons are disgusted by vegetables. She plopped the bowl in the bucket and hoisted it up, up, up.
That should do the trick, she thought. But the dragon devoured the veggies–every last one. Gulp. Slurp. Burp.
“Not cool.” Jaina frowned and kicked a rock.
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