Baby dragon poem
Something was crawling up the side of the skyship’s wooden hull! Ty whose face paled shrinked back and ducked down behind the tiller into the gloom below. She could just make out something or somebody scrabbled up the side of the ship. It was quite small and had green eyes. It paused and stared back up at her.”It’s a baby dragon,” She was calling, “and it’s hurt.” Mariana, whose brow frowned with concentration, she reached down to grip it’s outstretched paw and pulled it onto the deck. “It would be hurt in the storm.”
The dragonlet shivered with cold and whimpered. Ty dashed off to fetch a ship’s blanket, wondered anxiously if the dragonlet’s mother was pleased to know that thay have helped her baby. Marania speakSomething was crawling up the side of the skyship’s wooden hull! Ty whose face paled shrinked back and ducked down behind the tiller into the gloom below. She could just make out something or somebody scrabbled up the side of the ship. It was quite small and had green eyes. It paused and stared back up at her.”It’s a baby dragon,” She was calling, “and it’s hurt.” Mariana, whose brow frowned with concentration, she reached down to grip it’s outstretched paw and pulled it onto the deck. “It would be hurt in the storm.”
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