Dragon Hunters Page #5

No buddy,

we're in deep doo doo here.

He sure is weird.

But what do we do now?

Ditch her in the woods.

There is no crying, no fuss, no

explanations ... Yeah, it's a sure fire method.

And with a little luck she'll be

gobbled up by wild beasts.

Are you sure?

You bet I am.

That World Gobbler and his of the little tree?

Not for me.

Tonight we'll wait till she falls asleep,

and zip, we're out of here.

Whose is this?

It's Gwizdo's.

That's so funny, sir ...

I'm really sorry, but knitting is for grannies.

No, it's not.

It certainly is.

She is absolutely right. Knitting

is for old ladies.

The truth is my mother taught me

and knitting relaxes me ...

especially after a long hard day.

So scram, scat, and go

play with good old fido.

You really have a super ton of scars, sir.

Say, those are hunting wounds,

right?

Do they hurt? Me too. I've got some.

That one was a wild squirrel when I

was playing in the trees.

And rhat was a duck that was

fabulously angry one day.

We used to have tons of ducks before

my parents died of Cholera.

And then my uncle brought me

to his fortress.

Don't you ever get tired?

Sure, but I always need a

bed time story to get me to sleep.

A bed time story?

Oh yes, just a short one.

Please, sir.

You mean just one short story

and you go to sleep?

Hey hey, no problem then, but it's one story

and then bedie bye, right? Then you fall asleep, okay?

Let's do it.

Silver Knight Gothic.

And brave Silver Knight Gothic wrenched

the terrifying creature out of the shadows,

His shiny scales were dripping

blood from the children he had just devoured ...

and whose terrifying screams still echoed

in the bone chilling wind of the labarynth.

The fat slimy creature growled ...

revealing his

sharp, crooked, yellow fangs

he moved away from the oozing wall.

The Silver Knight Gothic stared him

straight in the eye and said,

with a voice that did not waiver:

I am not afraid of you,

dreadful thing

for my heart is pure

as a fresh water spring.

With my silver daggers

I shall lop off your head ...

and justice will be done only

when you are dead.

And the Silver Knight Gothic threw his silver daggers

that sparkle like diamonds

and the monster died a terrible agony.

Well, I never ...

It's no wonder this girl

is a live wire.

Kids should not be reading this stuff.

Hey, she is fast asleep, Lian-Chu,

This is our chance, lets go.

Hey, Lian-Chu, are you asleep?

Come on, Lian-Chu,

Get up. Can you hear me?

Lian-Chu, wake up.

Hurry will ya', yah, look at me.

Get up, get up, come on, come on Lian-Chu.

Hey buddy, wake up.

Can you hear me?

Have a bad sleep?

Tonight if you start snoring

again, I'm chopping of your nose.

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