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the day the drangon got his meal.

                                                            The dragon froze.                                                                                                                                                      It’s blood red eyes staring straight in to me making a hole inside of my soul.
Turning, his scaly, bubbly spine shivered as he spotted his prey.
His fearsome frown turned in to a gruesome grin.
The long, sharp spikes on top of his magnificently patterned head stood strong and signalled to its prey that its time was over.
His meter-long tail wiped along the bark floor.
He pounced, they chased he got him
It was the end he hooked him up in his mouth and took him back to his layer.
His tree brown saggy skin pulled him down making him slower.
He went inside and hissed for me to leave.
This was the most furious fight he had ever had.

by Bella

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