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"I
can't go on," puffed the dragon.
He sank
through the rain nearer to the cold wild water. Elmer shut his eyes and
held on as hard as he could, trying not to cry or think about home.
"I'm
sorry," huffed the dragon, "that I couldn't keep my
promise."
"Oh,
that's all right. You did your best," sobbed Elmer.
And then the
dragon sank lower, closer to the water.
Splash!
"Elmer,
we're safe! I landed on sand!" yelled the dragon. "But don't
get off, because the water is up to my knees."
Elmer opened
his eyes and looked around, but it was too dark to see anything.
"Are you very uncomfortable?" he screamed above the noise of
the storm.
"It's
not too bad," shrieked the dragon," but I think the water's
getting deeper."
"Gosh,
maybe you're sinking in quicksand!"
"No, I
don't think so. Anyway, where else can I go? We'll just have to wait
here. Why don't you take a nap? I can sleep standing up, you know."
"A nap
in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm?"
"Why
not? There's nothing else to do."
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