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Chapter #4
Smells like barbequed dog hair
by: Unknown
Kevin and Mr. Jacobson made it about five feet before they felt heat at their backs. Then Mr. Jacobson disappeared as he was instantly incinerated by a blast of flame.
The blast was so powerful that Kevin was knocked ten feet through the air. He came down hard on his left side - leaving that arm sore. His right side was not much better. That half of his face and arm was red, as if sunburned and all the hair was missing from his right arm.
Through the cloud of pain and confusion he smelled the faint odour of smoldering cloth.
"Bad boy, Skippy. Bad boy. How many times have I told you not to incinerate your toys."
The voice was coming from the direction of the house they had seen earlier.
"Are ya' okay young feller?" Kevin lay in the grass unsure what to do.
"Well, Skippy, I guess ya killed 'im, you might a well eat 'im." Kevin heard the dragon stomping over to him.
"I'm okay! I'm alive! Don't let him eat me!" Kevin screamed as he jumped up.
"I knew you was alive young feller - I just didn't feel like playing possum all day."
For the first time Kevin saw the source of the voice. It was an old man with a long grey beard wearing an old, dirty, many times patched grey robe.
"Sorry about your friend."
"That's okay, he wasn't my friend. He was my boss."
"Well, do you want to come over to my house, I'll get ya patched up."
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