Isaiah's Dragon

By Debbie Rider

Isaiah_s Dragon by Debbie Rider

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781636300870

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Isaiah_s Dragon

Debbie Rider

ISBN 978-1-63630-085-6 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63630-086-3 (Hardcover)

ISBN 978-1-63630-087-0 (Digital)

Copyright © 2020 Debbie Rider

All rights reserved

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Table of Contents

The Gift

Who Ate the Dog Food?

The Emerald Dragon

Flea Market

Midnight Snack

The Great Dragon Quest

Green Chile

Dragon Art

The Dream

The Park

Thor and the Dragon

Eli Meets Pendragon

The Dragon King and the Rabbit

Draco

To my grandson, Isaiah, whose love of dragons inspired this story

The Gift

Thump! Isaiah’s dad dropped a large package on Isaiah’s floor. Wake up, sleepyhead! I brought you something from the flea market, his dad whispered in Isaiah’s ear.

Opening one eye, Isaiah peered over the side of his bed, at the large package on the floor. He leaped up and shouted, What is it? I’ll get the scissors! Running around his cluttered room, Isaiah searched for the scissors. He found them in a corner, beneath a pile of origami art.

Isaiah, shaking his sandy brown hair out of his eyes, began frantically cutting at the strings and brown wrapping paper surrounding the package. Be careful, his mom warned as she peered around the corner of the room.

As the strings and paper fell away, Isaiah could see something that looked like a rolled-up newspaper. It’s just a stupid old rug, he muttered.

Stupid nothing, his dad replied, grinning. Unroll it.

Isaiah did as he was told and unrolled the rug across his bedroom floor. Something started to glimmer. In the middle of the rug was a picture of a small golden dragon. Cool! Isaiah shouted. I’m going to name him Pendragon!

King of the Dragons? That’s what Pendragon means, chuckled Isaiah’s dad.

He may be small, responded Isaiah, grinning, but he is going to be mighty someday!

Just then, Isaiah’s dog, Gunner, came into the room. He eyed the dragon suspiciously and began to growl at it. There’s something funny about that dragon, thought Gunner.

Gunner stop making that noise, Isaiah laughed. It’s just an old rug.

Oh no, it’s not just any old rug, his dad stated mysteriously. The old man I bought it from said that there was a legend that came with the rug.

What kind of legend? Isaiah asked curiously.

I’ll tell you later, after you clean up this room, his dad said, laughing.

Isaiah replied, Oh, Dad, you’re just messing with me.

That night, when Isaiah went to bed, he stared down at the rug, wondering about the legend. Whatever your story, I hope it’s a good one, Pendragon, he whispered.

It was midnight when multicolored flashing lights began to shine under Isaiah’s bedroom door. Gunner, whose kennel was in the hallway outside Isaiah’s room, began barking wildly. He started to tear at the bars of the kennel with his teeth.

Isaiah’s mom came running down the stairs, holding a baseball bat over one shoulder. Gunner, be quiet! she shouted as she ran toward his kennel. She let Gunner out of his kennel, only to have him attack Isaiah’s door. Opening the door, she started to say, You see, Gunner, everything’s fine. But Gunner knocked her down and ran into Isaiah’s room.

What’s the problem here? Isaiah demanded in a sleepy voice. Can’t a guy get some sleep?

Gunner lunged onto the bed and glared down at the rug, growling. His hair was raised along his back.

Gunner, I’ve had about enough of you, Isaiah’s mom said as she picked herself up off the floor. She grabbed at Gunner, but Gunner wouldn’t budge. He kept growling at the little golden dragon on the rug.

Fine! Stay there, Isaiah’s mom mumbled. She left Gunner crouched on top of Isaiah’s bed and went back upstairs, dragging the baseball bat behind her.

Isaiah patted Gunner’s head and fell back to sleep. Gunner slept with his head hanging over the bed, where he could keep an eye on the dragon.

In the morning, Isaiah awoke and looked down at the rug, startled. Hey, who changed Pendragon? he shouted.

What do you mean? Isaiah’s dad asked as he walked into Isaiah’s room.

Last night, Pendragon was gold, and now he’s green, Isaiah replied suspiciously. "Did you buy two rugs, and you’re switching