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How to Train Your Dragons
Hiccup stared at the redhead in front of him, absolutely speechless.
The other boy sighed and looked the taller Viking over. "I have to say, I'm not surprised at that."
Hiccup glanced down at his artificial leg and frowned. "That wasn't my fault."
"Really? I thought with all our risky adventures it was bound to happen at some point."
"G-G-GIVE BACK T-TOOTHLESS' FISH, B-BIG BULLY!"
Both boys glanced over to where the little green Toothless Daydream was screeching at the much larger Night Fury.
"Toothless," called the younger boy in Dragonese, "You shouldn't annoy...Toothless. He can eat you in one bite."
"T-T-Toothless doesn't care! Big nasty d-dragon took Toothless' fish and Toothless' name! Not fair! N-not fair!"
Hiccup sighed. "Give the fish back, Toothless. You have to share."
The Night Fury snarled and swallowed the last of the cod, causing the smaller dragon's shrieks to become even more furious.
"Doesn't he ever shut up?!"
Hiccup spun around, almost tripping over his le
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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