“You rotten little beasties!” Petal yelled, wielding her broom as a knight might swing a weapon. “Get out of my garden!” She hurried toward her garden patch, swinging the broom with vigor, but before she could get anywhere near them, the miniature ponies, each with a single horn and a pair of feathery wings, dashed into the air like a flock of multicolor magpies. “Oh, just look at the mess they’ve made!” she huffed, throwing the broom down in frustration and standing in the middle of her garden with hands on hips. The unicorns, who had settled in the nearby branches, scolded from afar. When they saw that she was not about to leave until they did, they flew away to find greener pastures, or even better, greener gardens. Petal watched them go, staying put until she was convinced they were gone, then picked up her broom and started back to the cabin. “Fat lot of good YOU are, Falco!” she bellowed at her pet, who lay nearby on the thatched roof of the house. “I should have got a dog instead!” Falco, looking much like a large lizard, lay sunning himself, wings outspread to catch the afternoon sun. The dragon merely blinked once, yawned lazily, turned his head and went back to sleep. “I give up,” Petal muttered, perturbed, “I really do.”
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