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The Squirrel and the Dragon: A Fantasy Short Story

Once upon a time, in a little cottage atop a tall tree in a little forest, there lived a little squirrel named Chestnut. Every morning, Chestnut loved to take her little basket and go on nature walks to collect little colorful flowers in the meadows. She would make bouquets and flower wreaths and sell them at the market square. But one day, when Chestnut went on a walk to collect more flowers, she found a big black hill blocking her way. The big black hill was very strange, because instead of being covered with green grass, it was covered in black scales that shimmered in the sunlight. Another strange thing about the big black hill was that it moved up and down, almost as if it were breathing. “I don’t know how this strange hill got here,” Chestnut said to herself. “But I’ll just climb over it.” Chestnut clambered up the big black hill. It was a little difficult, since it kept moving up and down, but thanks to her determination, Chestnut managed to reach the very top. “I did it!” Chest...

What's for Dinner


Yesterday, I received a strange letter.

It said, “You’re the winner!

Congratulations my friend,

You have been invited to a grand dinner!”


At the bottom was the time it would start

Along with the address.

I didn’t have anything else better to do

So I put on a bit of perfume and my best dress.


When I went to the house

I was greeted by a hare.

He let me right in

And all I could do was stare.


The house was magnificent.

It had such elegant decor.

Crystal chandeliers, silver flowers,

And ornate paintings galore!


There were plenty of animals

Who had been invited to the dinner too

Such as a bear, an ox,

And even a cockatoo.


My stomach growled.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the hare.

“I am not sure,” he said.

“Ask the mare.”



“What’s for dinner?”

I asked the mare.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Ask the bear.”


Frustrated, I went to find him.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the bear.

“I don’t know,” he said, licking his chops.

“But I’m hungry, so I might eat Hare.”


“Don’t do that,” I said.

“Who’s hosting this party, anyway?”

“I think it’s the cockatoo,” the bear said.

“You smell like cookies, I dare say.”


I didn’t want to be an appetizer

So I quickly left the room.

I was beginning to regret

Putting on that cookie dough perfume.


As my stomach growled louder,

I found the cockatoo.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Ask the kangaroo.”


I sighed and found the kangaroo.

Again, I asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask Ox. Maybe he knows the winner.”


At this point, I was hangry.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the ox.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask that silly fox.”


I stormed over to the fox.

“What. Is. For dinner?”

The fox smiled at me.

“Why are you the winner?”


“I suppose, but what does that mean?!”

The fox chuckled. “Oh, so you don’t know?

The ‘winner’ is the appointed chef

And chefs must prepare food, sooo…”


I stood there dumbfounded.

“Surely this is a joke!”

The fox shrugged.

“We’d pay you for it, but we’re broke.”


My face grew hot.

“This is utterly insane!

And you thought I’d go along with this?

That’s simply inane!”

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