Some of you might assume that these stories are made up by some insane young boy. That couldn't be farther from the truth, unless you thought this was a blog for robot-making ideas that was written by an octopus.
These stories are about Dawge's life. He would write them himself, but his robotic arms don't have articulated fingers. When Dragon found out about this, he wanted me to write about his life, because he is to small to reach the keyboard. This is Dragon's Thanksgiving.
I know that I told you that Dragon was a mouse. But I was wrong. He is actually a dragon born with a physical deformity that made him almost the exact same size and shape of a mouse. So, every year, Dragon goes to Dragonville to celebrate thanksgiving with his dragon family.
When Dragon got to the train station, he noticed that something was wrong. The train had been mysteriously turned into a banana! I bet this Qaat did this! Thought Dragon. So Dragon borrowed Spork's compass rose and flew to Dragonville. When he got there, Dragonville was actually Sheepville! How did that happen? I followed the directions exactly! Then Dragon remembered that he had already gone to Dragonville for Thanksgiving two weeks ago, and that he was dreaming. Dragon woke up in his bed and started reading on of Aardvark Q. Pook's books called "How to make the perfect bee beard".
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