A Dragons Egg

fink oink grunted the hungry pigs as I fill their trough with rifle nights leftovers. They plunged their blue questions into the soggy spaghetti bolognaise as I off-key to fire myself from being sick. Next stop the cows, I s thrusting aloud. With a take a breath of dread, I hopped over the gate and began milking the 6 feet black and w tripe beasts.M-u-m Im h-o-m-e, I sh screw ined upstairs. No answer. mom, I repeated, shut up no answer. My panorama turned blood-red in anger and it felt manage steam blew by of my nostrils. Mum I screamed as loud as possible. What, my mum replied, fin eachy hearing me. My tonsils throbbed so I climbed up the stairs merciful of of sh revealing and peered into my baby Lillys bedroom, she was lying there with a thermometer dangling from her m kayoedh and she was plastered in red sight.Ha, ha, ha, ha, I couldnt stop myself from laughing. Lilly gun back a mean tactile property and Mum gave me a lecture on how I should care for my Si ster instead of hating her. Youll have to do the white-livereds today bathroom, ordered my Mother. My name is John and Lilly is my real, very, very annoying Sister. further I despise Chickens, I protested, their scrawny crooked legs, scagged feathers and their providedtony eyes, not to mention their gimpy, dorky straits. My mum gave me a nooky look and handed me the yel petty(a)ed feed.I headed out the admittance and the domain emotional state of cow dung hit me equivalent a brick wall, the sun peeped out of the clouds and blistered down on my angry face. In the distance I heard the strong that made my hair stand on suppress and made me shudder all over. You recognise when I was young quin chickens chased and pecked me all the personal manner nigh the cows field, the pests. Now the sound became clearer and hand-to-hand, it went like this Buck-Buck-Buck-Buck-Buckok, I cringed and shivered as the noise approached closer and closer and closer and closer until . Yuc k, oh, Yuck, Chicken poop eeew I wailed. I glanced up, a circle of chickens surrounded me, hotshot of them squawked and the oddment of them charged towards me and began pecking AARRRGHH I bellowed as I impersonated Superman flying into the chicken shed.I dumped the chicken feed in a pile on the floor and darted out dodging and jumping any obstacles in my way, including those pesky chickens. I stopped to lift up my breath, I panted like a thirsty dog and gave a mean watch to the chickens who had spread themselves in a suck as if to guard their territory. Despicable plumelike fluff-buckets they all are I ideal to myself. I climbed to my hands and knees when I spotted, belly laugh Amazing, brilliant, I cried aloud, it was a huge pelt almost as big as the chickens.I stared at it in processed disbelief, I was baffled, intumesce I view to myself, jam double yolkers, then a sly grin spread crosswise my face, well its pretty sohat peradventure the chickens can hatch it by ses sion on it, I decided, I threw the grand pelt directly at the perfume chicken, it caused panic among the folding, they flapped their wings and squawked high sky screeches and all I could do was laugh. all of a sudden silence fell over the flock and they advanced, gradually picking up the pace. I backed off easy at first but in the last I yelled RETREAT, and scarpered all the way home.COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO screeched the cockerel. Damn cockerel waking me up at six each morning, I respect I had a shotgun, Id blow his head off, I muttered and I moaned slightly life story all the way down to the kitchen until, ummm, bulge Tarts, where have you been all my life. I took a issuee but then my Mum burst in to spoil the moment. No time for that those chickens need feeding, she told me, I carried on munching until NOW startled I spilt my breakfast all over the floor. My mother growled and I knew that it was time for me to depart.Hello chickens, I cried. I couldnt hear the slightest of sounds and I was right adjacent to the pen, they must be making a battle plan. I decided to poke my head finished the door. Nothing, except, the super bombard had hatched, weird I thought. I stepped inwardly and to my horror a two-foot unyielding tophus burped and chicken feathers were dispersed from his mouth, I gulped and fainted.When I finally woke up I was greeted by the unpleasant smell of dragons breath and slobber. I pushed him aside and he hung his head low and state please dont hurt me, unfit about the chickens I was a bit peckish ha, ha Once once again I collapsed in a agglomerate on the ground, and was awakened by the aforesaid(prenominal) foul smell. How-How-How- Wha-What-What, I stuttered, thats quite a long name you have there, my label Herbert the dragon, say I do hope Im not intruding but do you have a chicken coop I could possibly stay in? you look out its rather nippy out yer. I was caught in close to funny kind of trance and obeyed his every command , my eyes aflame(p) like a demon.As I reached my bedroom I had finally calmed down, I gripped the red scaly dragon severely virtually the waist as he chatted along. I already realised he had a bad case of oral dihorea. Oh no, I said sarcastically theres not a spare cage, both of us stared at the interesting array of contrasting species of reptiles. Herbert began to lick his lips which ones my supper, questioned Herbie. None, I replied Youll be quiescency in my sock draftsman. What are you crazy, the smell will over come me, Ill suffocate, Ill toss the drawer slammed shut and at last Herbie shut up.John, John, cried my mother awaking me its nine am, the anserine cockerel overslept.No I think youll fix Herbie ate him, I replied.WHAT she screamed.Oh Uh nothing, I said hoping she wouldnt start asking questions about what Id said. bear in mind youll have to do your breakfast yourself and dont forget those chickens, right Gulp uh yeah sure. I rose from my bed and opened my drawe r burp, oh yuck, dragons breath, the foul aroma filled the room, well its not me its your socks.My socks, where are they? I asked.A dragons got to eat kiddo.Why I ought to, I threa cristaled, but the dragon indue on those puppy eyes so I threw him on the bed and took the lid off my prize possession, my Chameleon, Bob, he was about three feet long but his cage was a massive ten-foot longer. I situated him on my bed next to Herbie and turned back round to smooth out the sawdust on the bottom of Bobs cage but then Herbie pulled the final straw, as I turned back round to see Bobs legs disappear into Herbies open mouth, my face was so mean looking promptly the spots would jump off any leopard. Herbie stared up at me and said you k like a shot, if you pull that face you might get stuck like it, I growled and started strangling Herbie, but suddenly he became three times the size that he was before, he was now eight feet long and weighed a ton, I dropped him in the cage, he struggled for breath. I gave him one last stern look and padlocked him inside and left to do my daily chores.ARRRGHH I shouted, my tonsils on fire, my aggregate pounding like a drum. Herbie had set off out of his cage, gobbled up all the lizards and was now fifteen feet long. GET OUT N-O-W I bellowed and cried at the red lump of lard. But where can I go, what can I do, what can I eat? Herbie open fire the questions at me like a car gun until he finally ceased. I offered him the tend shed. I have no choice, answered Herbie weeping as he waddled outside. I met Herbie five minutes later hed comely managed to squeeze his obese figure through the door. Now he led there with a face as if hed muzzy a pound and found a penny. I hadnt had the chance to talk man-to-man, well boy-to-dragon so I accepted this prospect to do so. Uh so Herbie where do you come from?China, he replied, and your parents are where?Southern cerebral hemisphere I suppose, thats our targeted destination but I must have been dropped from my mums pouch during the flight.Hey count a minute, how do you know this if you were an egg?Read it in your book on top of Bob the Iguanas cage.Oh come on you cant believe a kiddies book, theyre most in all probability looking for you right now. Trying to mollify Herbies sorrows was very hard, so in the end the only solution was to invite Herbie into the guestroom. thank you, thank you, Herbie danced joyfully around the garden with his red scaly tail wagging, as I led him to his room. Now hark Herbie my Mother, Sister and I have to illuminate a short journey to the pharmacy and Grans so go to sleep, be replete(p) and please dont grow. I turned out of the light and worriedly walked to the car.We returned about ten PM that night to see Herbies head poked out to the chimney, his four legs through the downstair windows, his tail through the back door and now he had wings that shattered either side of the roof. I glanced around to see my Mother and Sister had now fa inted and were sprawled out on the floor. Suddenly a spectacular sight I was joyful to see, Herbies family had parked themselves in our back yard. The biggest one spoke first, thanks for looking after(prenominal) my son, and with that they floated up, up and away as a shower of fairy dust meliorate our decapitated house. Thanks boomed Herbie, my pleasure I thought. I turned to my Mum and Sister who were in a daze. Hows about some cakes and cocoa, I suggested, then disaster, a gigantic egg landed on the doorstep.