Double Dragon Trouble
Double Dragon Trouble
“He zoomed down the hallway. He was giving up his lunch hour to go to Reporters’ Round Table. He did not want to be late.
Wiglaf reached Sir Mort’s classroom. He slowed down as he entered, trying to catch his breath. Sir Mort was stretched out with his armored feet up on his desk. Muffled snoring sounds came from behind his visor. Wiglaf tippy-toed past Sir Mort and slipped into a seat beside Angus.
“You’re late, Wiglaf,” said Erica. She stood in front of Sir Mort’s desk, holding a quill and a c...lipboard.
“Sorry,” said Wiglaf. “Frypot kept us late in Scrubbing Class.”
“All right, reporters,” said Erica. “Who has story ideas for the DSA News?”
“I want to write a story about my home-town, Toenail,” said Torblad.
“This is a school paper, Torblad,” said Erica. “We do school stories. Other ideas?”
Gwen raised her hand. “I want to write the ‘Get to Know Me!’ piece—on me,” she said. “I could tell DSA News readers how it feels to be a very rich, very talented, and very fashionable princess.”MoreLess
Wiglaf reached Sir Mort’s classroom. He slowed down as he entered, trying to catch his breath. Sir Mort was stretched out with his armored feet up on his desk. Muffled snoring sounds came from behind his visor. Wiglaf tippy-toed past Sir Mort and slipped into a seat beside Angus.
“You’re late, Wiglaf,” said Erica. She stood in front of Sir Mort’s desk, holding a quill and a c...lipboard.
“Sorry,” said Wiglaf. “Frypot kept us late in Scrubbing Class.”
“All right, reporters,” said Erica. “Who has story ideas for the DSA News?”
“I want to write a story about my home-town, Toenail,” said Torblad.
“This is a school paper, Torblad,” said Erica. “We do school stories. Other ideas?”
Gwen raised her hand. “I want to write the ‘Get to Know Me!’ piece—on me,” she said. “I could tell DSA News readers how it feels to be a very rich, very talented, and very fashionable princess.”MoreLess
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