“Look!” David pointed across the valley at the hill beyond. “That looks just like the cave where Smaug lives.”
His mother frowned, but didn’t raise her eyes from her magazine. “Who’s Smaug?”
David sighed. “A dragon. Never mind. Can I go and look? There might be treasure.”
“Why don’t you go down to the stream instead,” his mother suggested and turned the page.
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