Riley:  Oh, wow, I must have fallen asleep while I was reading.  Visiting the Land of the Dragons was just a dream!

OR WAS IT???

Riley:  So if I look like a dragon, I can sneak out of here in the dark of night?

Sparks:  Exactly!

Riley:  Okay, thanks, buddy!  Nice to meet you.  Take care!

Sparks:  You too!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sparks:  This is the Grand Poobah of dragons of the forest.  He’s scary with his deafening roar and his eyes flash when he’s angry.  We shouldn’t disturb him.

Riley:  Let’s go!  It’s almost nighttime.  Thanks for the tour, but I’ve seen enough.  I want to go home, but I don’t really know how to get there.

Sparks:  I have an idea….

 

Sparks:  Okay, we have made our way back to the wooded hills.

Riley:  Whoa!  Is that a dragon skeleton?

Sparks:  He’s a magic dragon who can change into a skeleton whenever he wants to.  Comes in handy for Halloween!

Sparks:  Here we are in what we call the marshlands.  Check out those mini firebreathers.  Careful, don’t get too close!  They may be tiny, but they’ll scorch you a good one!

Riley:  Yikes!  Let’s go!

Sparks:  Now we are at the desolate plains.  Look, the lumpy bumpy dragons have brought their sparkly friends to meet you!

Riley:  How many different kinds of dragons are there?

Sparks:  We come in as many colors and sizes as you can imagine and we dragons are known for our wings, horns, claws, spiked tails, scaly skin, and our ability to breathe fire.  Actually, fires caused the plains, which were once green with vegetation, to be desolate.  What can I say?  Dragons will be dragons.

Riley:  Wow!  Hi, everyone!  Confidentially, I’m a little nervous about the fire thing.

 

 

 

 

 

Riley:  Where are we?

Sparks:  We are at the edge of the great forest and here are some lumpy bumpy dragons.  They are friendly unless you bump into them.  Then look out!

Riley:  Hmmm….

Sparks:  Okay, let’s move on.

Riley:  Where am I?
Sparks:  Welcome, Mr. Scottie!  You are in the Land of the Dragons and my name is Sparks.
Riley:  How did I get here?
Sparks:  Beats me, but I’ll be happy to give you a tour if you’d like.

A new adventure begins tomorrow!!!

What day of the week is it?  Is it Monday?  Since Wen retired from the animal clinic, we Scotties don’t accompany her to work anymore, so the days all seem the same and the weekdays are pretty much like the weekends, except for maybe more weekend activities.

Without our work schedule to follow, I guess it doesn’t really matter what day of the week it is as long as every day revolves around us Scotties!  We have our own schedule of eating, going outside, playing, and sleeping and as long as that doesn’t vary too much, we’re fine.