All in Age: 4.5
“I believe this time they won’t be back,” Dragon Father said. “They know we’ll always protect you.”
“How can we show you our eternal thanks, my heroes? Another statue, perhaps? A bigger one?”
Dragon Little opened her mouth to shout ‘No’, no doubt, but Dragon Father stopped her with a gesture.
“I believe a statue may be too much,” he said. “How about… uh… a medal for each of us?”
Dragon Little shook her head but was silent.
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Dragon Little and Dragon Father ran to Bonny’s Revenge and ran up the ramp. Dragon Little continued to run towards the wheel, while Dragon Father raised the ramp.
All around, the soldiers that were part of the presentation of the giant statue of Dragon Father and Dragon Little were scattering. The king of Planet Galaxy was nowhere to be seen.
Laser shots came from the sky as the invaders’ ships entered the atmosphere.
By the time Dragon Little made Bonny’s Revenge rise and move, there were no soldiers to be seen.
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“Well, I, uh, I don’t know what to say,” Dragon Father began. “I, uh, never had a statue made of me. It’s…”
“It’s scary!” Dragon Little stated simply. “That’s more scary than monsters!”
Dragon Little leapt into action. She took her sword and ran towards the statue.
Dragon Father caught her before she reached it. He lifted her up and held her in his arms. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s disrespectful to try and destroy the statue they built of us.”
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“Oh, my,” Dragon Father said as soon as Dragon Little finished brushing her teeth and her breakfast. “I’ve just been asked to go back to Planet Galaxy.”
Dragon Little’ brows furrowed. “Are they having more troubles with ninjas?”
“Not really,” he sounded as if he was concerned “They said there’s no trouble but they really wanted us to come.”
“Hmmm.”
“What are you thinking, Joy?” I recognized that tone. He sounded serious. But this was his parenting tone. He was giving her room as if she was his equal and he was doing it on purpose.
“Could be a trap!” she said with importance.
“Yes!” he pointed at her. “I think you’re right! We’ll prepare just in case!”
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“Joy, do you want to be a Martian Space Pirate?” Dragon Father asked.
Dragon Little made a face of disgust. “No!”
“Do you want to be… a unicorn?”
Dragon Little shook her head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Unicorns don’t have adventures.”
“Hmmm… Do you want to be… a dragon?!”
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“It’s, uh… It’s Monday, Joy.”
“So it’s TwoDay!” she raised two fingers.
“It’s the second day of the week,” he explained patiently, “but it’s called Monday.”
“That’s a stupid name,” she waved his remark aside. “I’ll call it TwoDay! Yesterday was OneDay! Tomorrow is ThreeDay! Then FourDay!”
“Joy, Joy, listen to me. You can’t make up names of the week.”
“The names are wrong. It’s FourDay!”
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As often happened, Dragon Father appeared in the very last minute and saved Dragon Little’s life from the villain. He crashed the glass ceiling and landed on the head of the Smiling Clown just as he was about to strangle four and a half year-old Dragon Little.
The Smiling Crown was crushed and, his body apparently made out of whipped cream, exploded whipped cream through his clothes in all directions.
“Woo hoo!” Dragon Little jumped up and down, excited. She had loved this adventure. “You’re so great, Dad!”
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“Have I ever taken you to this place?”
She shook her head.
“Look. This is what I love to do with waves.”
He took a few steps into the ocean so that he was knee-high in the water.
As the next small wave came at him, he bent his knees and clung the fingers of each hand together so they seemed like knives.
The wave came closer. “Eeeee-aaaaaa!” he kicked the wave as it came.
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On this day, Dragon Little woke up early and with a gasp.
She immediately jumped out of bed and ran out of her cabin. She looked around, clearly searching for her father.
She looked up. Most of the stars were gone from the sky.
She relaxed, no doubt certain now that her father had not yet appeared.
A mischievous smile appeared on her Dragon Little’s face. “Heh heh heh!” she cackled like a few of the villains in their adventures.
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When Dragon Father appeared on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge, he found Dragon Little above him,standing in the crow’s nest.
He put his head on his forehead as if driving anxiety away.
“Uh, Joy, what are you doing?”
“I’m learning to do backflips!”
He exhaled. Then said calmly. “Say what, now?”
“I’m going to learn to do flips in the air like you!”
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They watched the two suns, Dragon Father sitting on the edge of the plank and dragon Little sitting on his legs.
Suddenly, she grabbed his arm, hugged it and said something I have never heard her say to her father.
“You’re a hero, Dad!”
Dragon Father was surprised and seemed shocked by what she said.
“What? What did you say?”
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I cried while my sweet Dragon Little caressed my nose. The four-and-a-half-year-old human girl was standing on the railing of the pirate ship Bonny’s Revenge, as it floated in space, and caressed me, her friend, who nearly attacked her father in a way that would never repair our relationship.
I felt all the pain of the last hundreds of years of my existence come out as I cried. All the cruelty, all the abuse. But more than that: The childhood they had stolen from me, the life of joy I had never experienced until I met Joy Shelley and her father.
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“Red!” he shouted as soon as he saw me in front of him. “That was unacceptable behavior! Unacceptable!”
“There will be no slaves in your adventures…” I hissed angrily at him.
“I was trying to stop the slavery!” he shouted at me. “I wasn’t the problem!”
“There will be no slaves to save…” I hissed at him again. II meant that he should not create slavery in his dreams, but I couldn’t say that to a person who does not know he ist in a dream.
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I was in flight. I had been called by Dragon Father, but I had not come because he called.
I have told you of the world of slaves he had created in order to rescue it and of the unspeakable memories it had brought back to me.
I was furious at him, furious at this dream of slavery.
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When Dragon Little was only four and a half years old, their adventure brought on for me one of the worst day I have had in Dragon Father’s dreams.
Dragon Father and Dragon Little came upon a mining planet in which the entire population of dwarves was enslaved by the Elf Overlord and his minions.
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Dragon Little and Dragon Father’s adventure brought them face to face with the Wicked Witch of the Northwest in her tower.
The Wicked Witch said, “Finally! You swashbuckling fools have fallen into my trap!”
Dragon Little, only 4-and-a-half years old, raised her hands and shouted. “No! We’re not swashbuckling fools! We’re squashbuckling fools!”
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“Up your ass!”
Dragon Little, only four and a half years old, stood on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge and thrust forward with her small sword.
“Up your ass!” She yelled again as she hit another imaginary villain.
“Up your ass!” She had climbed on the railing of the deck and fought her imaginary fight while keeping her balance.
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The butterflies flew towards Bonny’s Revenge and gathered around Dragon Father.
“Go find her,” he told them. “Go find her. Repeat until you found her.”
The butterflies swept down into all corners of the forest, creating a blanket that covered the forest in its entirety.
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Dragon Little slept for a few hours. She slept on the highest leaf of one of the trees in the forest of the Land of the Giants. Her body was black and blue all over, and she had not eaten or drunk for a day and a half.
She woke up with a start when the wind returned. When Dragon Father returns to the dream, the wind returns with him.
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It did not matter how many giants he conjured and beat up, none of them could tell him where his daughter was. They came from his mind, after all. They were his dreams. If he did not know something, then neither did they.
That ist some of what I have learned from living centuries in others’ dreams.
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