Michael,+Hamish,+Chris,+Lucas,+Matt+T+and+Nicholas

STORY Page 4-5 It was another morning at the base of the mountain. The town’s people were getting ready to have a meeting. It was about that roar that could be heard at night all throughout the village. It scared the children and woke many at night. Page 6-7 I wasn’t scared, not for a second. Page 8-9 We had to work around the clock to meet demands. Page 10-11 The world felt furious with the actions of the people. At the end of the day I heard it! It sounded like a strange creature, in distress. That night it continued, all the way through… Page 11-12 The roars continued, “A mythical beast”, “An earthquake”, “The clanking of metal or the choke of machinery” is what people were whispering. We all knew that it came from the top of the mountain. Page 12-13 The roars kept going, right through the night. No one could sleep, no one in sight. I sat up in bed, eager to find out what is the cause of this roar. Page 14-15 “Mum?” I asked “What is that noise?” “Ugh,” said Mum. “Go ask Dad.” “Dad?” I asked “What is that noise?” “Ugh.” Said Dad. “Don’t ask.” Page 16-17 I snuck around to the next meeting. “Kill it!” yelled one, “Yes!” agreed another. “It has to be done!” I was in shock; I knew I had to do something. Page16-17 The next morning I snuck out. I decided not to go to work, I need to know who owned that roar. I climbed to the top of the hill. Page18-19 A dragon! Page 20-21 He whimpered a sound that appeared so fierce. I tried to tell him to stop. I took a closer look; a piece of scrap metal was wedged between his teeth. Slowly I wedged it free, relief washed over him. Page 22-23 He smiled. I offered him some of my sandwich, he must have been hungry! We were both happy. He roared in delight. I begged that he just stop roaring! Page 24-25 I had heard the footsteps. Closer and closer they came. Page 26-27 I turned and yelled, “STOP!” they hesitated and I shouted. “He’s my friend!” They hesitated some more. His brilliance astounded them. Page 28-29 “Stop! Our work is hurting him. Just stop and we can all live in peace.” “He is dangerous and scary”, said a villager. “That’s right he has to go”, agreed another villager. 30-31 “No!” I reply. “He is my friend and I’ll stay with him, to care for him, he was only angry because you wrecked his food!” “He can stay” the mob replied. “We will fix our lifestyle, only if he doesn’t make any more noise.” Page 32 And he never did