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But the
Faerie O'Trouble could not escape the evil dragon and again he appeared. His
fiery breath plunging the Faerie O'Trouble back to the depths of a Dark
Despair. Why could she not escape this dragon! The dragon had been
with her always, all of her life. For as long as she could
remember. When the Faerie O'Trouble looked behind her all she could
see were Fences of Stone. Very, very tall fences of stone. For miles
this fence stood. She ran to the fence, the stones were large , the
chinking made by an expert craftsman, nowhere did she find one small tiny crack
so as to peek to the other side. The wall was too tall, its length
more miles than she coud even imagine. But could this be a way to
escape. As she turned around to again face the
dragon, he glared.
To be
continued
