By 6th Grade Students at Hyde Middle School
November 2012
The dragon guarded his cave. Santa watched. Santa had no idea what was in the cave. The dragon was very large, about half the size of a tall redwood tree. He’d never met this dragon before, but as Santa, he knew of everyone in the world, and he recognized this particular dragon. He was Obama, the rainbow dragon. He had gold spikes. They were all over his back and also above his eyes like very sharp eye lashes. Obama looked as if he would be scaly to the touch.
The dragon smelled like the cleaning spray they used up in Santa’s toy factory, like chemical strawberries. Santa really didn’t like that smell. The dragon was making a deep groaning sound. He wondered why. In addition some medium-loud farting noises were coming from the cave. Why? Despite all his groaning, the dragon was scarfing down a raw chicken. Yuck. How gross. It looked all stringy and slimy and cold, as if it tasted like greasy fat.
Santa had a mission. Obama’s wife had contacted him begging for help. She’d told him that Obama had stolen something very precious from her, but she had refused to tell Santa what it was. In fact, after much prodding, Santa found out that Obama didn’t actually steal anything, but instead kept it when Jane, the dragon left after a monster fight.
Santa decided to create a diversion. He summoned a chicken which landed in his hands. Then he chucked it away from the cave. The dragon showed interest and almost left, but then he flicked out his tail and dragged the chicken toward him. Darn.
Santa crept to the side of the cave and crawled up to the top. Just when he reached the top, Santa saw that the dragon had spotted him. Now the dragon still groaned, but he also was crying. Santa had no idea why Obama was crying, but he had no time to think about it because the dragon sprang toward him with a large net.
Oh no! A trap!
Santa quickly dived through the hole at the top of the cave. The first thing he saw was a large golden egg – basically as big as he was. The farting was now really loud. Santa looked for the source. Strangely he saw a creature he had never seen before. It was a tortilla chip, but one that was clearly alive. It had eyes and little legs and it was definitely the source of all that farting.
The dragon stomped into the cave. Santa whipped around at the loud entrance. Obama flung out his tail, knocking Santa over. Santa hopped back up and ran for the golden egg. He reached out his hand and shrunk the egg. He quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in his pocket.
He used his magic to freeze Obama. Then he ran. Straight to his jet. He told the pilot to bring him back to where the dragon’s wife, Jane, was hiding in a far-away desert in a rather large trash can. As they flew over Mexico, the plane started to sputter. “On no,” Santa cried. “We are out of gas.”
That’s when Steakburrito rolled over. The young man was covered in enchilada sauce. He had no idea what had happened. Why had he collapsed in this taqueria?
All he knew was that he’d just had the strangest dream ever!!!
Tee-hee!
The End.
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