Z is for Zounds!
Rufus: Just Saying: A-Z: Z is for Zounds!
30 April 2015
It kept bothering me that something about the Purple Dragon’s name was familiar. But I didn’t have time to think.
Suddenly a sparkling red dragon flew in my face. “Tell me my name,” she said.
“You’re not Purple Dragon,” I sputtered.
“Right you are. Who am I? Look carefully. Get it right.”
I looked real hard. “I thought I was supposed to give you Purple Dragon’s name, and you’d tell me where he is.”
“I guard Purple Dragon. How do I know you’re worthy of finding Purple Dragon?”
“Because I worked hard to find him. I worked hard to find out his name. And I missed my dinner, and my nap.”
She shook her head.
Oh, boy, I was in trouble.Today is the last day of the blog, and I don’t have the Purple Dragon. His guardian is going to stop me.
I looked harder. This was the fanciest dragon, covered with sparkling jewels. Scary and beautiful. Like a queen dragon. And I remembered a name that came from the word for royalty. “Patricia,” I said.
“Right.” Her face went from fierce to happy. “Now whisper the name.”
She whistled three notes high, then three low. “AngieGille, you have a visitor.”
I got ready for a big dragon even fiercer than Patricia. A blur of purple rolled at me, landing at my feet.
“Can’t fly,” he squeaked.
I knew him! I remembered when he came, and when I lost him.
“I’ll teach you to fly. We’ll go outside, and I’ll show you going up. And I’ll catch you going down.” I picked him up gently and took him to my special bed. “And I promise not to chew you up!”
Thanks to NikkiCat I’d found my lost Christmas dragon!
Angie/Gille squeaked again. And we circled up for a nap.
Rufus and Purple Dragon/AngieGille
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