At Desiree’s yesterday, her granddaughter Briana asked me to write a story with her, and then to perform it for the family. So we hid ourselves away in a back room, created a genuine, if telescoped, saga, and then delivered Oscar-worthy performances for the assembled faithful.
Here it is, published for the first time on the Internet!
The Mystery of Dragon Mountain
by Briana Fayard
“Where is Huckleberry Finn?” the Queen wondered. She hadn’t seen Huckleberry, the most ancient of all the dragons, in a hundred years—a long time, even for a Dragon.
“Slumgullion! Find Huckleberry. We need him.”
Slumgullion said, “Yes, your Highness.” So he sent warriors to find him. “Hurry,” said Slumgullion. They searched and searched but couldn’t find Huckleberry.
They searched the farthest reaches of the Great Blue Sea. The searched the Iron Mountains and the Silver Mountains and the Mountains of Diamonds. No Huckleberry.
“So,” said the Queen with a sad frown, “n-n-n-no Huckleberry?”
A huge Dragon tear rolled down Slumgullion’s scaly cheek. “I have failed you, your Majesty.”
“Fine, fine,” said he, hurrying away.
But then a flash of lightning shot out of the sky. It was Huckleberry. “I’m home,” he said happily.
“Where were you?” shouted the Queen, showing all her seven hundred teeth.
“Nowhere special,” said Huckleberry, shrugging.
And the next day he went back to school, and lived happily—and scalily—ever after.
(editor’s note: And so did the Queen, who discovered she could now do her Times Tables perfectly.)