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Hanson put his finger to his lips as Woody came trotting over to see what his brother was up to. ‘Sshhh!’ he warned his older sibling. ‘The dragon they brought in for the play has got loose. I’m helping to look for it.’
Woody’s brow furrowed as he gazed about the room. ‘Are you daft?’ he asked, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. ‘There’s no dragon hiding in here.’
Suddenly, there was a loud commotion behind the two boys, and a collective gasp from the players at the table. Woody and Hanson turned around just in time to see the trailing hand of Emlin, the Elf, sliding down from the seat of his chair and into the dark beneath the table.
Curious and horrified at the same time, they crept closer to the table and bent down to peer into the shadows . . .
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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien
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