Today, while I was at the Galapagus Islands, I noticed the tortoise I was riding had the secrets of dragon rescue carved into the fore part of its carapace. I copied the secrets into my notepad and stowed them in my shirt pocket, but they must have fallen into the volcano when I hung upside down rescuing Ironscorcher from the ring of fire lava pits. Ironscorcher is fine aside from some belly burns where his scales had lifted.
Bro and I are preparing a duet, The Dawning of the Day, to play at the old people's home this Sunday. Hopefully I won't be called out to rescue a dragon in mid concert. It's hard to be so in demand.
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