Long ago near a pleasant little pond, a blind dragonfly named Drag existed. All the other pond critters hated the bumbling bug because he always bumped into them. “Are you blind?!” yelled Joe the butterfly when Drag accidently bumped into him. “Yes actually,” replied Drag grumpily, “ why are you yelling?” Unfortunately for him, Joe had already fluttered off toward a pretty flower. “Stop talking to yourself, you’re disturbing my sleep!” snapped Yolanda the moth. “Ow! That's not a reason to bite me!” Drag said, not knowing that Yolanda had flown off to another spot to rest. “You wasn’t tasty anyway,” Mark the mosquito announced, “ the softies are so much better.” “Speaking of food Mark, would you be so kind as to bring me some food?” “Nah man you best ask one of your people, I don't know what you eat!” As mark flew off, Drag continued on his curvy path until he bumped into another bug. “Oh no please don’t shout at me!” pleaded Drag,”I am just trying to get some food.” “Maybe get your eyes fixed first so you can see where you are going!” said Jackie another dragonfly who was slightly smaller than Drag. Drag started crying, he was so hungry and so angry that he kept getting yelled at. Jackie felt uncomfortable. “Continue on this path and when the temperature drops to where it feels like your wings will freeze and you see, I mean fly through, a rainbow, find a leprechaun named Fergus. He patched me up once when I was attacked by a
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“Are you a Dragonfly?” by Judy Allen. Then after we read the story we will go over the rules
“Uh hey are you hungry?” you ask, “We could go get some food.” Feferi’s face immediately goes back to her super ecstatic happy face when food is mentioned and she nods her
of the Flies speaks to him, warning him not to get in its way or else
"I can fetch you some food if you wish," Ginny asked once again hoping for her chance to escape.
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“Okay, okay so I was walking through the shopping district, just an area where I usually pick up my groceries for at home and out of nowhere these bunches of people just dove for me, trying to bite
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She shifts in her chair positioned at her desk. “I would consider any animals that I don’t know the names of edible. I feel like once you give it a name, you’re committing to it and it’s just like ‘Nah, I can’t eat you now.’” I nod in agreement, remembering the pet cow I used to have.
“I don’t care,” you hissed, bristling like a cornered cat. “I’d rather leave than have to look at you, and I bet you want me gone, anyway!”
“You are wasting your time! You dumb shit reptile!” he growled while on the floor.
It would take her crushing defeat (that still brought a rosy glow to her cheeks) to finally realize that a fly being drawn to the blue glow of a bug zapper had more intelligence and restraint than she could have ever mustered in the situation that she found herself in after the kisses she was receiving… everywhere. And, he was much larger than a bug zapper, but just as deadly.
I blinked slowly and groaned. I was lying on my back on the ground in the alley. My head felt as though someone was pounding on it with a sledgehammer. Dizzily, I noticed that two faces hovered above me. One I recognized- the one who had… wings. A fairy. I felt sick as I stared at him. The other was a much older woman with jet-black hair. She had eyes so blue they were a royal purple, and they would’ve been beautiful had they not had a hardened, bitter look to them. She had the eyes of one who had seen much,
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