Chapter One: Dan's Story

"Okay kids," said Marty, letting the children gather around him. "Let me tell you a story."

"Yaaaaay!" the children exclaimed. Except for Depressed Dan. He was never excited by Marty's stories.

"Dan, why did you not yell with glee like the other children?" Marty asked.

"Because I hate your stories," Dan sighed.

"Well," old Marty said with a twinkle in his eye, "I have just the story for you! It happened a long, long time ago..."


"Run! Run everyone! There's a dragon coming!" yelled one of the palace guards. The peasants who were doing whatever it is that peasants do all screamed and dove for cover under baskets and sleeping bums. But one peasant didn't do anything.

"I'm so sad that my family died after being crushed by falling dragon feces," the peasant lamented. "If only they were here and I were happy again."

The peasant was so sad that he did not even remember that the dragon was right behind him.

"Look out!" screeched an old hag, pointing behind him, but it was too late. The dragon had already gobbled him up.


"Well, that's it." Marty said. "Do you understand now, Dan?"

Dan burst into tears and ran out of the room.

"Yaaaaay!" exclaimed the children.