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September 29, 2007 at 8:43 am #237
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    Arona's Party

    Magic is easy peasy
    My hand is sore
    This poem is rubbish
    So I won’t say any more

    Well we must thank the Gods for small mercies said Mandrake, sighing heavily. Arona laughed. Her mood felt so light again, as though something had really, really, REALLY fallen into place for her.

    Up ahead the tunnel widened. Arona gave a small gasp as she saw what appeared to be a coatstand with a black cape standing in the middle of the path.

    My Cloak, she cried, astonished, and feeling sure that the crafty dragon was behind its unexpected appearance. Hmmm, what a mouldy old thing, she thought, as though seeing it for the first time.

    There was a note pinned to the cape:

    I build up castles. I tear down mountains. I make some men blind, I help others to see. What am I?

    Arona hesitated only for a moment. Sand! She said, delighted with herself.

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