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eBook Category: Humor/Fantasy
eBook Description: Ever meet a dragon? Well brace yourself because some are humorous, some a hazard and it's not easy to tell them apart. Dragons are not to be trifled with; the Black Dragon would have you for lunch. Some are very conceited; Percival can't pass a mirror without admiring himself. And don't ever nag a dragon, it is downright dangerous. A dragon may have allergies; poor Ah chu has hay fever! Occasionally a dragon may be wise enough to give advice to the experts. Enjoy!

eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, Published: www.zumayapublications.com, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [149 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [179 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [115 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.5 MB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [129 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [199 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [177 KB] , hiebook (KML) [376 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [202 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [106 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [133 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [204 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [172 KB]
Words: 39574
Reading time: 113-158 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1554102553

A very long time ago in a small town named Cantoon there lived a mean old wizard. Not all wizards are wicked, you realize, but this one was a sorry trial to the people of the town.

Tall and incredibly thin, clad always in a long robe that was harlequin-patterned in red, purple and green, white hair flowing about a lean face with peaked black eyebrows and glittering ebony eyes, he was an intimidating sight. His restless hands, with long bony fingers, the nails extending an inch beyond his fingertips and painted bright silver, needed only to be pointed at someone or something to work his mischief.

It is true that he could have done dreadful deeds, afflicting the town with real havoc, but an occasional catastrophe might have been less painful to endure than his never-ending spiteful tricks. On the morning of her wedding, many a bride would awaken with a large wart on her chin or a boil on her nose. These disfigurements were not permanent, lasting less than a week, but were surely devastating enough to spoil a long awaited day. Should a prominent person be about to deliver a speech, a sudden attack of the most severe stuttering and stammering would strike the orator to the great embarrassment of all.

Sometimes the wizard would point his fateful finger at the animals in the town. Then the chickens would quack, ducks would herald the dawn with much crowing, dogs would meow and the cats would chase them barking loudly. When the town ladies held a party or a tea the wizard would point that deadly finger and the sugar in the bowls turned to salt while the cream curdled in the pitchers.

Once a circus came to town and the wizard sent a wind whirling that blew away all the tents and overturned booths and stalls. After that, none ever again came to Cantoon.

Even when he did nothing at all, the mere sight of him striding along sent everyone's heart plummeting. Schoolteachers dreaded him. He turned maps upside down or changed their shapes, printed words became scrambled, unreadable, meaningless jumbles. Sour apples grew on the trees and flower gardens became weed patches at the wizard's whim.

And how he enjoyed all the trouble he caused. His sense of humor must have been put in backward when he came into being.

Eventually, the wizard came to be bored with his cruel tricks. He had done them all so many times that he yearned for further challenges.

In the hills above the town there lived a dragon. It was no threat to the people of Cantoon, being very indolent by nature. The wizard thought it would be wonderful sport to work his wiles on the dragon. With it in his power he could play all sorts of new pranks on the townsfolk. How terrified they would be when they realized he had a dragon at his beck and call.

So, early one day, he set out up the hill to find the dragon. It was lying on a high ledge enjoying a nap, its deep-blue scales gleaming in the warm sun when the wizard arrived, a bit breathless from his trek up the steep road.

"Dragon, wake up!" he ordered. "Pay attention to me!"

The dragon opened one sleepy amber eye, saw nothing to interest it and continued to doze.