Hannie opened her eyes. She blinked several times. Then she looked up. As soon as she did, she wished she hadn't. An unexplainable monster loomed ahead of her. A long, giraffey neck streched out from a roundish body, and luminous red eyes stuck out like tennis balls on the side of a lumpy, oval shaped head. Its lips were curled in a horrible, sadistic grin, and below its belly spindly legs stirred the wet sand of a small island. Two tiny holes were an ugly excuse for a nose, and rubbery, boxy arms stuck out of square shoulders. It was not a boy or a girl, that was obvious, but only an It. Smaller versions of It were milling around the island,testing locks on huge chests that littered the sandy beach. Inside the canoe, the other dragons were siting in a miserable heap, staring ahead at It. Baby's eyes were full of fear and excitement. Iceberg and Chili were holding the hatchets and looking at It as well, but they seemed to be waiting for something. Suddenly, the pair leaped forward and attacked It. It jumped, then glared at them. "AAAAAAYAAAIEEEEEE! YAI OYAIU YAYEEEEE!" Iceberg squealed in Its face (It had no visible ears.) "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!" It cried, and prepared to escape. Clawed hands shot from Its long arms, grabbing for them. Quickly, Iceberg sprang from Its knee and flapped around the cave, slicing off ovaly heads like they were cake. Chili chopped off Its head with a mighty chop, and jumped down. "All deadly creatures are dead!" Chili cried. They brought the treasure chests to their owners, who opened them to find crowns and gems of all kinds, and some gold and silver. The dragons each got a crown and now have their own thrones!
End of story. Hope you liked it!
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