Fanfiction for my friend QueenAva1000
A hot day in the country too cute is the primtemps it takes enough heat to cook sausage
it's funny no why it's not funny well anyway our friends were playing a game and a meeting will change everything
kaeloo: hello friends
Quack-Quack and stumpy: hi Quack-Quack said Quack
mr.chat : shhh I can't hear the game
stumpy: I'm bored, what are we playing?
kaeloo : to the rudby
stumpy: we didn't manage to play it
kaeloo: she pulls the ball out of nowhere
a thing just flew in the sky
mr.chat : yes
pretty and eugly are coming it's weird you saw the thing that just flew by
stumpy: sure
kaeloo: that's weird it's super big as a giant creature
kaeloo and mr.cat: we should all go and see
they all nod their heads
it's crazy what is this thing said the sheep
moumout : here you are my friends
hello moumout he said all
pretty: what is that thing that flew over the country too cute
eugly : uh uh uh
Quack-Quack : Quack Quack Quack
kaeloo : calm down, they will explain us all
black sheep : there was a monster with wings and horns
white sheep : yes more big paw he had four precisely
brown sheep : with an armor and a lance
the sheep : he is sure to eat us
the flower: we will root your monster
kaeloo : no no we don't attack anyone
mr.chat : he had taken out his bazooka
mr.chat : what not even a little
stumpy: if it is found it will eat us...
kaeloo : stumpy
stumpy : to eat
pretty : how is he with scales
quack:quack(yes)
pretty : really
moumout : he had big claws
mr.cat : I don't know but it seems to be going to Fung's house
they all hurry to save Fung
get in the car says mr.cat
kaeloo stumpy and quacky pretty eugly get in
we'll meet you there
a few minutes later
we're there now
VOUS LISEZ
(Réécriture ) kaeloo and the secret of dragon Queenava1000
Пригодиthe titre kaeloo and the secret dragon this is really the most complicated fanfic I've ever done and this is just the part where a kaeloo and his friends are confronted with a dragon and they're going to have an adventure that's going to be great an...
