The Dragon and the Turtle
Friends come in all sizes, shapes, and colors. Sometimes they’re even dragons. Roger loves adventure. Today he’s playing pirate, sailing the high seas, dancing to the hornpipe, and catching fish. But the wind’s blown him off course...
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Friends come in all sizes, shapes, and colors. Sometimes they’re even dragons.
Roger loves adventure. Today he’s playing pirate, sailing the high seas, dancing to the hornpipe, and catching fish. But the wind’s blown him off course and he’s . . . well . . . lost.
When Padraig, a kitten-sized, bug-eating dragon, encounters the lost turtle, he offers to help Roger find his way home. Roger’s directions take some time to follow—his house looks brown, sounds like singing, smells like baking, feels like sand, and tastes like strawberries—and along the way, Roger and Padraig become friends. And friendship always yields unexpected rewards. Like cookies.
Donita K. Paul is the author of the best-selling DragonKeeper Chronicles with over a quarter of a million books in print.
Evangeline Denmark likes to turn bedtime stories into picture books. She lives in Colorado with her engineer husband, their two noisy boys, her author mom, and Willie, a cattle dog who tries to herd the entire family into one room.
Vincent Nguyen has illustrated numerous children's books and is also a part of the art departments for 20th Century Fox and Blue Sky Studios.
Padraig landed on a branch and popped a bug into his mouth. He grinned as he chewed. The bug was crunchy on the outside and squishy on the inside, and it tasted like nuts and sweet oranges. The treat was yummy, but he still had room in his tummy for one more crunchy, squishy, nutty bug.
He looked through the leaves.
No flying bugs.
He looked on the branches.
No crawling bugs.
He flew to the ground to look for creeping bugs. Instead he found
a grumpy-faced turtle.
Padraig forgot his rumbling tummy.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m turned around,” the turtle whispered.
“You’re not turned around. You’re looking right at me.”
The turtle gave an exasperated sigh. “‘Turned around’
means lost. I’ve lost my house.”
“Oh.” Padraig sat down with his wings folded and his tail
curled in a neat circle. “What’s your name?” he asked.
Roger,” said the turtle.
“Pleased to meet you, Roger,” he said. “My name is Padraig.”
Roger nodded. “Nice to meet you.”
“How did you lose your house?” asked Padraig.
“I was playing pirates,” Roger explained.
“My ship hit a squall and was blown off
course. Now I’m stuck on a deserted island.
Which is fine, but I’m getting hungry.”
“I see,” said Padraig. “These waters can
“Indeed.” Roger nodded.
“What does your house look like?”
“Brown like my shell,” said Roger.
“Okay. Wait here. I’ll go scout.”