The last dragon

The meadow and the adjoining woodlot were just right for valiant knights and fair ladies that springy Saturday afternoon. The meadow, soft and green and open, was right for the...

Although the opponents were so unevenly matched, the fight was an exciting one and not a bit one-sided. Small Peter fought with tiger ferocity and a definite show of assurance,...

“I’m not going to play any more!” announced small Susan Oliver, tossing her dark head and dropping the queen’s train. She was one of those children who always cry and spoil the...

They filed through the willow clump tunnel, wriggled through the orchard, skirted the barn, passed over the truck garden, the dragon stepping daintily to avoid trampling the new...

Now you really can’t blame Mrs. Baxter, if you look at her side of it. To her dragons were vicious, ugly beasts and she just didn’t have imagination enough to see one of them sm...

That night there was a full moon that rose above the woodlot and poured silver into the meadow, and all the little owls were out, talking it over with each other. The yellow-str...

At first the landscape was familiar to the children--there was the white church, and there was Red Hill where they coasted every winter, and there was the road to Indian Rocks,...

After the dragon had finished his luncheon, he became very warm--so warm that those on his back felt like pieces of browning toast, so it was suggested that they should all go t...

They all returned to the dragon’s apartment, and presently Crubby disappeared through his little door, very quick and business-like, saying he’d be back in a moment to plan the...

Allan the armorer was a wise little hunchback who had his shop on the king’s great highway. He wore a big ruby in the very tip of his long hooked nose, and he thought it looked...

Riding along the king’s great highway, the sun was very bright and all the birds were out and many large and colorful wild flowers grew right down to the white road. Janet Jane,...

Very soon they left the road and made a short-cut across the fields, treading through tall grass and carpets of large red wild flowers. Peter walked in sort of a daze. Everythin...

On the way he kept saying, “Suppose it’s the same one? Suppose it’s the dwagon’s princess? What will I do then? I’m glad I’ve got my sword, but I wouldn’t want to hurt the littl...

“Mig became very angry with me because I didn’t notice and put his nightcap on wrong side out, and then I got so nervous that I put ice in his hot-water bottle instead of hot wa...

That journey toward Giggletown seemed endless and the night seemed endless too. They were always going up hill, it seemed, and never going down, so finally Peter judged they mus...

“I--I _am_ little now,” Dallahan whimpered. “That wretched old Mig did it. He cramped me into that box and made me feel so small that it’s taken all the gumption out of me. Plea...

It was strange, but Peter _did_ find it very easy to climb, walking backwards. He didn’t get out of breath and it seemed as though somebody was boosting him up, as his mother us...

Well, there was certainly lots of excitement over the return of the princess, and everybody kissed everybody else, there on the King’s Great Highway, back in the Dark Ages, and...