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. . . are you real?" stammered the painter.
"That doesn't seem like an appropriate answer to the
question, 'Do you have a red blanket?' Would you like to try
again?"
Seron's curiosity was greater than his fear. He stepped
closer and touched the dragon's wing. "You are real," he
mumbled, astonished. He quickly stepped back again.
"I seem to have this effect on everybody," the dragon
said, shaking his head sadly. "Have you never seen or heard
of my kind before?"
"Only - only in legends," replied Seron as he carefully
examined the tall, majestic dragon standing before him. He
didn't want to forget any detail for the picture that he knew
he must paint. Finally, he thought, I'll be able to succeed for
Kyra. This painting will be worth a fortune!
"It's terrible," complained the dragon. "Wherever I go,
people stop and gawk at me. And really," he continued, "I
don't understand it. It's not as if I'm wearing flashy colors.
Which, by the way, brings me back to the question of the
red blanket. Do you have one or not?"
Seron didn't want the dragon to leave. Not yet. He needed
more time to study this wonderful creature. "I'll get you a
red blanket," he promised. "Just wait right here
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