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“Grandfather, have you come back as a dragon, or were you the dragon all along?”, she asked. “Neither!”, the dragon’s voice rumbling in her ears. “Each person hears me in the voice of their most beloved. Now let’s get to work on the real problem.”

I did my best to shut out the chaotic sights and sounds and carefully scanned for landmarks on the horizon. As I slowly trudged through the glass forrest, faceted, reflective plums and berries fell at my feet, shattering open, spilling their juice everywhere. Was I finally lost?

The Jr. Ape Scout was surprised to see the monkey growl and bare its teeth. He knew that was a sign of aggression, so he quickly scampered up the trunk to the next branch. He could do better recon for his climb there anyway.

“Great, aren’t those space flights 10 million credits? 90% off is still more money than I can come up with, by a long shot. Wait, that’s it - a long shot!” I hurried toward the maglev tube entrance with 10 credits and a wild idea.

Our family teaches their children to read exclusively with restaurant delivery menus. No story books, no Sesame Street, just Joe’s Pizza and Golden Dragon. It causes some bloomin’ onion problems for us.

But there’d already been so many of those at Burning Man the previous year, the general consensus this summer was to forego that one and instead focus on wood nymphs or pixies instead, just to keep things fresh.

each a summons to appear in court the following afternoon. “That’s for disturbing the peace and making a false police report. You’re lucky I’m not taking you to jail tonight!”

Right then, my sister burst into the room and slapped me in the face. "What- achoo- in the world -achoo- are you doing!" she screeched, kicking the cat to the side while sneezing. "First, have- achoo- some decency! Also, -achoo- I told you I'm -achoo- allergic! A-CHOO!" Blood dri