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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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"Many people think that, yes," the gnome said ab-
sently. He looked closely at Tasslehoff's face, then
reached out a hand to squeeze his waist, as though check-
ing for something. "You're not very old for a kender, are
you?"
Tasslehoff pushed the gnome's hand away. "Do you
ask everybody this many questions before letting them
on your ride? If you're worried that I'm too heavy, I'm
sure I weigh less than a dwarf, wouldn't you say,
Woodrow?"
The human was looking back with concern at Gisella,
who was nearing the end of the first of two tables of fab-
ric. The carousel ride was taking far longer than he'd
thought it would. "I'm sure you do, Mr. Burrfoot," he
said distractedly.
"Are you going to start the carousel up again soon?"
Tasslehoff asked. "I have to be going, and I really would
like to ride on that dragon."
"Of course, right away; let me help you," the gnome
said excitedly, gripping the kender by the shoulder and
leading him onto the platform. "And may I say that the
red dragon is an excellent choice?" He hurried Tasslehoff
halfway around the carousel until they stood next to the
dragon.
Tas knew that, as a race, dragons had been banished
from Krynn by a legendary knight, Huma, long before
he or any of his friends had been born. His eyes opened
wide in wonder as he beheld the statue of the mythical
creature. The dragon had been carved with painstaking
detail. Six long, rubbery-looking bones, linked by fleshy
webbing, formed the creature's mighty wings. Its power-
ful, deadly claws had horned hocks
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