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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...

Why Do You Hate Me?




She stood there with her back against the tree trunk, glaring at me as if I was a mere cockroach. “I hate you.”

“Okay..” I said. “May I ask why?”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“I don’t have to tell you why! It’s too obvious.”

“So, in other words, you hate me for no reason at all?”

“I do have a reason!”

“Then what is it?”

She stared at me like I was insane. “You’re pointing a gun at me!”

I looked at the gun in my hand. “Oh. Right. Forgot about that.”

“What kind of assassin are you?”

“One with a gun, apparently.” I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. “What the–dang. Forgot to load it.”

My target bolted into the forest, snickering. “You are the worst assassin ever!”

I sighed and put my gun away. “Mom was right, I should’ve become a mortician instead.”

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