The adventure was over for the day (or night, if you’re a Dreamer), and Dragon Little, little four-and-a-half year old Joy Shelley, was still awake.
Her back, as happened lately, itched.
She scratched it against the mast. “Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” she squeaked.
She scratched it, back and forth, against the railing. “Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” she squealed.
She scratched it against the corner of her cabin. “Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” she rasped.
“Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” against the mast.
“Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” on the floor.
“Grrrrrrrrchhhhh!” lying on her back on the plank.
And after this last one, the itch was gone. She lay on the plank and smiled.
—Told by The Red Dragon
Watch how I came up with the idea for this post: