“Look!” Eddy whispered, pointing toward the water. “It wasn’t there yesterday.”
Anna squinted at the strange wooden raft tied to the dock behind her grandmother’s cottage. It was old and worn, covered in moss and sea vines, but something about it shimmered faintly in the morning sun.
Lily X tugged at one of the ropes. “This thing looks like it came from a pirate movie!”
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the trees stood tall like sentinels watching over secrets untold, there lived a dragon named Dada. He was not your typical dragon; his scales shimmered with a soft lavender hue, and his eyes sparkled like dew-kissed grass in the morning sun. Dada was known for two things: his insatiable curiosity and his penchant for bedtime stories. Every evening, as...
