Part 1
The Wait Until Christmas
Chapter 1
"Hey! Quetzel! Look at this!" I crawled out of my sleeping cave and flew down to Eagle's. "What now? I was dreaming of figs dancing in my head!" "Sorry," Eagle said. "I just wanted to show you this white stuff falling from the sky." I looked out of Eagle's ridiculously small 'window'. "Huh, that's strange! We can get a better look in the kitchen. Let's go!" As we walked down the tunnel that lead to the kitchen, I noticed the frigid cold temperature, and Eagle shivering. Granted, Eagle and I are cold-blooded, but this was abnormal. When we arrived in the kitchen, Eagle and I stepped onto the front porch, we were slapped in the beak and snout with a cold blast of air. Our mercury temperature reader read -3! Eagle stuttered, "q-q-Quetzel? Could you light a candle? Or some candles?" "Word!" I said. I went into the kitchen, with Eagle trailing close behind, And I looked in the fire drawer. "Well that's a when T-Rexes use their arms moment! We don't have candles!" Eagle sniffled, "I hope we don't freeze!"
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A Prehistoric Christmas
FantasyAs Quetzel the Quetzalcoutlas takes flight on his first adventure, he and his loyal companion Eagle the Yuttyrannus clamber to find the reason for the arctic weather, maybe come up with some traditions that are as common as Black Friday advertisemen...
