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Show Chapter Eleven "A real dragon! How exciting'.' Sandy hurried up the hill, for she had never seen a dragon before and was most anxious to see one. As she neared the top, she stopped. In front of her was a high brick wall. Standing on her tiptoes, she peeped over the wall. The wall encircled the entire hilltop, and at the very center sat a tiny brown mouse. Tied around its neck was a long, thin gold chain. The other end of the chain was attached to a wooden post. "What a funny dragon," the little girl laughed. Sandy decided it would take too long to walk around the wall, so she climbed over it. The mouse immediately ran toward her, squeaking with all its might. She scooped it up with her hands and studied its small, whiskered face. "Why, you're no more dangerous than an ant!" As she spoke, three old men with long, flowing beards popped their heads up from behind the opposite wall. They stared at Sandy in astonishment. "Look at that! She picked up the mouse!" said the old man with the one-pointed beard. "She's very brave! No one has ever done that before!" said, the old man with the two-pointed beard. The old man with the three-pointed beard hiccoughed. Still holding the mouse, Sandy walked over the hilltop toward the old men. "Put the mouse down!" yelled the old man with the one-pointed beard, and they all ducked back behind the wall. She put the mouse down, went to the wall, and looked over it. |