Help! It's Parents Day at DSA (Dragon Slayers' Academy Series #10)

Help! It's Parents Day at DSA (Dragon Slayers' Academy Series #10)

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by Kate McMullan
     
 

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It's visiting day at Dragon Slayers' Academy and Wiglaf's entire family is coming!  Will Wiglaf be able to survive the day with his wacky parents and crude older brothers and come out of it without becoming the laughingstock of the entire school?  Hot on the heels of book #9, here's another all-new story starring everyone's favorite dragon-slayer-in-training

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It's visiting day at Dragon Slayers' Academy and Wiglaf's entire family is coming!  Will Wiglaf be able to survive the day with his wacky parents and crude older brothers and come out of it without becoming the laughingstock of the entire school?  Hot on the heels of book #9, here's another all-new story starring everyone's favorite dragon-slayer-in-training.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781101142165
Publisher:
Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date:
01/12/2004
Series:
Dragon Slayers' Academy Series , #10
Sold by:
Penguin Group
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
112
Lexile:
620L (what's this?)
File size:
3 MB
Age Range:
7 - 10 Years

Meet the Author

Kate McMullan is the award-winning author of more than seventy-five books for children. She lives in Sag Harbor, New York.

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Help! It's Parents Day at DSA (Dragon Slayers' Academy Series #10) 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
LB666 More than 1 year ago
BF-Ch2,Pt1<p>&quot;I let go...moment...fell,&quot; a voice said in a hushed whisper as I slowly came around once more. My ears rang, making it difficult for me to make out the exact words.</p> <p>&quot;...warned her,&quot; another voice replied in the same manner. I turned my head slowly, dizzily, as if awakening from a drunken stupor. &quot;...catch...hurt,&quot; the second voice droned on, obviously angry at the first voice.</p> <p>&quot;...awaking...continue...later,&quot; the first voice said. It then dawned on me, as the pair shuffled loudly to their feet &amp; clobbered towards me, that the first voice, that voice belonged to the gray eyed man that had captured me.</p> <p>&quot;Lapsa,&quot; my captor said softly by my ear. I slowly blinked my eyes open, my sight blurry as I heard an &quot;oof&quot; from that man as the second person hit him &amp; made him fall over.</p> <p>&quot;She doesn't...&quot; I heard the second person whisper to the man, my ears still ringing a bit. Blinking until I could see clearly again, I looked around the little room. The walls &amp; ceiling, &amp; I presume the floor as well, were made of logs, like any small cottage in the forest would be. There were few objects on the wall, the landscape of the ocean's end stood out the most to me but as I continued to slowly look around, something else held my attention more.</p> <p>The second voice, of whom I was unsure of the gender, had disappeared out the open-framed door while I was looking around. The man was reseated beside me, his face in a grimace.</p> <p>&quot;You're awake,&quot; he said bluntly. I looked at the man, confusion crossing my face as I realized I was no longer blindfolded or bound. I immediately start freaking out, and hurting myself in the process. I try to kick the thick green blanket off, but my ankle promptly persuading me to stop moving. &quot;Hey, calm down. You can't go anywhere for awhile anyway.&quot; His soothing tone slowly calmed me, though I was still worried. 'Why am I here? What do they want with me?' Scooting away a few inches very slowly, I decided to ask a few questions, before he got distracted.</p> <p>&quot;Who are you? And why am I here,&quot; I ask softly. The man shook his head instead of answering. As he stood up, which made me upset, I tried again, talking slower. &quot;Who are you,&quot; I asked again. This time I understood why he did not replu. My throat was parched and my words and sentences were muddled. I frowned as he walked out of the room, thinking he was ignoring me now. 'Wish I could walk,' I thought silently, waiting anxiously for someone to walk in.</p> <p>A few minutes later, the man walked back into the room, holding two glasses of what looked to be water. &quot;Here,&quot; he said, setting the glass in his right hand on the nightstand laying right of the head of the bed. 'Why did he make it harder on him to give me a glass?' A moment later, he was handing me the glass in his left hand. &quot;It's just water,&quot; he told me. &quot;The other glass is not.&quot;</p> <p>He was bluffing. The other glass was just water. I just knew it. Under his watchful gaze, however, I decided not to argue it, for my fear of him had been increasing ever since he had captured me. I raised the glass to my lips, taking a small sip for his benefit before trying to hand it back for now.</p> <p>&quot;Now, now,&quot; he cooed, pushing the glass back towards my mouth. &quot;You need to drink it all. You have become very dehydrated over the last couple of days from all the fighting and walking, plus your fall.&quot; Forcing myself to finish the glass as requested, I promptly felt dizzy. Moments later, I was on my side, puking onto the log floor.</p> <p>~LB</p>
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lapsa? What is Lapsa? O.o So many enigmas. <br> Please keep going. Pleeeeeeease.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nice. Not sure what else to say :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once again, you are amazing, LB.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"I let go..moment...fell," a voice said in a hushed whisper as I slowly came around once more. My ears rang, making it difficult for me to make out the exact words.<p>"...warned her," another voice replied in the same manner. I turned my head slowly, dizzily, as if awakening from a drunken stupor. "...catch...hurt," the second voice droned on, obviously angry at the first voice.<p>"...awaking...continue...later," the first voice said. It then dawned on me, as the pair shuffled loudly to their feet and clobbered towards me, that the first voice, that voice belonged to the gray eyed man that had captured me.<p>"Lapsa," my captor said softly by my ear. I slowly blinked my eyes open, my sight blurry as I heard an "oof" from that man as the second person hit him and made him fall over.<p>"She doesn't..." I heard the second person whisper to the man, my ears still ringing a bit. Blinking until I could see clearly again, I looked around the little room. The walls and ceiling, and I presume the floor as well, were made of logs, like any small cottage in the forest would be. There were few objects on the wall, the landscape of the ocean's end stood out the most to me but as I continued to slowly look around, something else held my attention more.<p>The second voice, of whom I was unsure of the gender, had disappeared out the open-framed door while I was looking around. The man was reseated beside me, his face in a grimace.<p>"You're awake," he said bluntly. I looked at the man, confusion crossing my face as I realized I was no longer blindfolded or bound. I immediately start freaking out, and hurting myself in the process. I try to kick the thick green blanket off, but my ankle promptly persuading me to stop moving. "Hey, calm down. You can't go anywhere for awhile anyway." His soothing tone slowly calmed me, though I was still worried. 'Why am I here? What do they want with me?' Scooting away a few inches very slowly, I decided to ask a few questions, before he got distracted.<p>"Who are you? And why am I here," I ask softly. The man shook his head instead of answering. As he stood up, which made me upset, I tried again, talking slower. "Who are you," I asked again. This time I understood why he did not replu. My throat was parched and my words and sentences were muddled. I frowned as he walked out of the room, thinking he was ignoring me now. 'Wish I could walk,' I thought silently, waiting anxiously for someone to walk in.<p>A few minutes later, the man walked back into the room, holding two glasses of what looked to be water. "Here," he said, setting the glass in his right hand on the nightstand laying right of the head of the bed. 'Why did he make it harder on him to give me a glass?' A moment later, he was handing me the glass in his left hand. "It's just water," he told me. "The other glass is not."<p>He was bluffing. The other glass was just water. I just knew it. Under his watchful gaze, however, I decided not to argue it, for my fear of him had been increasing ever since he had captured me. I raised the glass to my lips, taking a small sip for his benefit before trying to hand it back for now.<p>"Now, now," he cooed, pushing the glass back towards my mouth. "You need to drink it all. You have become very dehydrated over the last couple of days from all the fighting and walking, plus your fall." Forcing myself to finish the glass as requested, I promptly felt dizzy. Moments later, I was on my side, puking onto the log floor.<p>~L&beta
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im ur masta
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Go Dark Sky!!!
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