By 3rd Grade Students at Bubb Elementary
December 2010
The dragon guarded his cave.
Brouk, the alien watched. She had traveled far, all the way from Pluto.
She knew that the dragon guarded stones with very special powers. The dragon was the keeper of 10,000 little pebbles that granted any wish imaginable. She had to get one of those stones. Her father was gravely ill-near death. She had to save him with a wish.
At first she had thought the dragon was a bird. He was smaller than she was and he was covered in feathers. However, she quickly found out that he breathed fire and spritzed venom. That made him a dragon.
His feathers were striped red, black, and white and he had big, pointy ears. Brouk knew that those feathers were the hardest, strongest substance ever. While she had never met this dragon before, she had met his dad who had flown to Pluto many years ago. He was the dragon who had told Brouk about the magical pebbles, which he had found on Jupiter and left in his son’s care.
The dragon guarding the cave smelled just like old reptiles-a slimy, slug-like smell. Ahh! So beautiful. Such a lovely aroma.
The dragon was watching her back, and he looked curious. Everything was quiet. They just stared.
Before he saw her, the dragon had been eating dirt. It looked disgusting. She’d heard of dirt, but she’d never actually seen it till she came to Mars and found the dragon. Pluto had no dirt.
In the quiet, she heard the tiny sound of water dripping in the cave. It echoed, making it an eerie sound.
All of a sudden, the wind picked up, and a huge sandstorm broke. Both Brouk and the dragon bolted for the cave.
When Brouk reached the cave entrance, she yelled over the noise of the storm, “Help! Can I come in from the terrible sand? I knew your father!”
The dragon looked surprised, but nodded his head, “Yes,” and they both entered the cave.
She saw the huge mound of pebbles. Then a fierce wind whipped inside the cave, and something hit her on the back of her head. She realized the little pebbles had been swirled into the air by the wind and were flying all over. She tried to grab one. She managed to grab a red one.
Brouk saw anger in the dragon’s eyes, and then he pounced and took her down to the ground. His hard feathers hurt her.
Brouk wished on her red pebble that all of the other pebbles would hit the dragon. She didn’t want to hurt the dragon, but she had to get him off of her. And, she had to escape with a pebble to save her dad.
In fact, as soon as she was able to roll away from the dragon, she made another wish for the pebbles to get off of the poor dragon they had buried. But nothing happened! The pebble’s wishing magic was gone. So that meant each pebble only had one wish.
She leapt to grab more pebbles, but she tripped over the dragon and fell on top of him. She scrambled to get over and off of the dragon and stretched to reach the pebbles. She managed to grab five pink stones.
Brouk put four pebbles in her pocket and wished on the fifth pebble to return to Pluto. With a poof, she was gone. She arrived in Pluto, but she was too late. Her father was dead. She quickly made a wish that he was alive again.
He jumped up from the ground.
“Father,” she cried, so happy!
“I feel strange,” the father said. “Something is not right.”
The “Cliffhanger” End.
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