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pale-featured companion. Drake was clad only in a simple loincloth made of sheep skin, while the not-quite-a-knight was layered in loose-fitting, heavy armor plates and chain mail. Whenever Sir Arnie walked, he constantly had to adjust the steel plates to prevent them from falling off his wiry frame.

Night had settled in and the only light they had to see by was from the cooking fire. Drake gathered some more of the wood they had piled up nearby and added it to the fire. He stoked the fire until it provided adequate light and warmth -the early spring air was beginning to chill uncomfortably.

Tired from the day's journey and groggy from a belly full of stew, Sir Arnie stretched, yawned, and then proceeded to unpack a bedroll from his belongings. "I'm turning in for the night. We have much to do come morning."

As the would-be-knight stretched out on the thin padding of the bedroll, he had the unnerving feeling of being stared at. Looking over at his companion, he saw Drake still sitting on the log by the fire. The muscular warrior's chin rested on the palm of his hand and his lower lip stuck out in a pout. Rolling his eyes, Sir Arnie sat up and began rummaging around in his rucksack.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he said tiredly. "I forgot!"

From the bag Sir Arnie produced a small book. The pages were worn and well-read. The cover was faded and the spine was shredded to the point of barely holding the pages of the book together. On the cover was a cartoonish drawing of a pink baby dragon sitting next to a playful-looking puppy. The book's title read: Debbie the Dragon Gets a Doggie.

Drake brightened at the sight of the book and he cheerfully bounced over to his own bedroll and pulled a blanket over him up to his chin. Once settled in, he looked expectantly up at Sir Arnie and smiled.

Sir Arnie sat down beside the prone warrior and opened the book to the first page, revealing colorful illustrations inside. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the light of the fire before he began to read.

"Debbie the Dragon was very lonely. She had no friends and none of her classmates at the School for Dragons would play with her. Then, one day, Debbie's mom brought her a puppy of her very own..."

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It took nearly half the next day to reach the town and locate their

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