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When A Dragon Moves In read by Mark Duplass

When you build a perfect sandcastle, a dragon will move in. And that’s exactly what occurs to one very fortunate boy on the beach. Dad is occupied with tanning and mom is busy with her novel, so the boy and dragon search the beach, fly a kite, ride the waves, and roast marshmallows together. However, no one believes him when he talks about his awesome dragon. Mom solely hears the roar of the sea, Dad thinks the dragon feather is one of a seagull, and his know-it-all sister states there’s no such thing as a dragon. Then sandwiches mysteriously disappear, claw prints are discovered inside brownies, and dragon-giggles erupt from the strangest of locations. Is there a mischievous dragon strolling around on the seaside or is a person’s creativity running wild? Determine for yourself in When a Dragon Moves In.

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Welcome to Storyline Online brought to you by the SAG-AFTRA Foundation. My name is Mark Duplass, and today we are going to be reading you the great book When A Dragon Moves In written by Jody Moore and illustrated by Howard McWilliam. If you build a perfect sandcastle, a dragon will move in. He’ll settle in all cozy and peep at you from inside and you’ll wonder how you ever got so lucky. With a dragon in your castle, you’ll have a built-in marshmallow toaster, your very own raft, and a kite that practically flies by itself. Best of all, no beach bully would dare stomp your castle with a dragon inside. Of course, there are rules on the beach, so you’ll have to hide his smoke from the lifeguard, and erase the dragon prints from the sand. Eventually you’ll want to share the great news with your family. “There’s a dragon in my castle,” you’ll call to your mom. “Mmmm…hmmm,” she’ll answer. “Listen to him roar,” you’ll say. “I hear the roar of the ocean,” she’ll reply. “See this feather from my dragon’s wing?” you’ll ask your dad. “That’s a nice seagull feather,” he’ll say. “And you know what feathers are good for.” “Feel my dragon’s sharp teeth!” you’ll shout. “Those are just broken shells,” your big sister will say. But you and your dragon will know better. Just about then, your dragon will demand to be fed. First he’ll eat all the peanut butter sandwiches, even the ones that were supposed to be for your sister. Then his fiery snout will make the lemonade siiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzle. “Stop blowing bubbles in your drink,” your mom will say. “That wasn’t me,” you’ll answer. “That was the dragon.” “And you’ll hear a heh-heh-heh from deep inside the sandcastle. Finally since dragons love dessert, he’ll slink into the family cooler and nibble the brownies when no one is looking. “Whose fingerprints are in the brownies?” your dad will ask. “Not fingerprints,” you’ll try to explain. “Dragon prints.” “There’s no such thing as a dragon,” your sister will say. “Then your dragon will snicker again, heh-heh-heh… and spray sand all over her. “Young man, I don’t think this is funny,” your mom will say. “That wasn’t me,” you’ll answer. “It was the dragon.” “I think we’ve had enough of this dragon business,” your dad will say. “I guess I’ve had enough of this dragon business too,” you’ll sigh. Then you’ll march over to your sandcastle and order your dragon to leave until he learns some manners. And you will vow never to build a perfect sandcastle again. At least until tomorrow. The end. So this is a book about the power of imagination and the power of those people around you who don’t often honor your imagination. And the important thing here is that no matter what people say, if you believe it in your mind if you can see it in your mind, you’ve got to hang on to it. Thank you for watching Storyline Online and make sure to check out all of our stories. And don’t forget to keep watching and keep reading.

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