17 and Stitch

High above the white waves that crashed upon the shores a shimmering speck came closer and closer.   It was a curious sight to the people on the wall of the castle.  They wondered and watched.  What was up there and why was it getting closer?

And then a flip of a wing, a snort of fire.  It was a friend who hadn’t  been seen in these waters in a very long time.  In fact he had flown away to go play in the clouds!

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Little Stitch Joan Elliott

Little Stitch was a bit blue he was chilly and cold all from his adventures among the stars.   He dove into the pink white sands that blanketed the castle.   He rolled and played. Little puffs of sand and smoke filled the air.

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July 17 year of starts A Little Beach Lizzie Kate

And as he played; he discovered something…It was a secret and as a dragon he was great with secrets.  It was a new start; a second one for July 17.  But as dragons are he wanted to keep it all for himself. So he tucked it under his wing.

Little Stitch snorted and winked he loved secrets….