My Father's Dragon

My Father's Dragon

by Ruth Stiles Gannett


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ISBN-13: 9781986753401
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 06/16/2018
Pages: 28
Product dimensions: 7.00(w) x 10.00(h) x 0.06(d)

About the Author

Ruth Stiles Gannett graduated from Vassar College in 1944 with a degree in chemistry. My Father's Dragon was the first of her children's books, and it proved so popular that she wrote two sequels. The three books have remained continuously in print since their initial publication more than 60 years ago.

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My Father's Dragon

By Ruth Stiles Gannett


Copyright © 2017 Open Road Integrated Media, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-1-5040-4626-8


My Father Meets the Cat

One cold rainy day when my father was a little boy, he met an old alley cat on his street. The cat was very drippy and uncomfortable so my father said, "Wouldn't you like to come home with me?"

This surprised the cat — she had never before met anyone who cared about old alley cats — but she said, "I'd be very much obliged if I could sit by a warm furnace, and perhaps have a saucer of milk."

"We have a very nice furnace to sit by," said my father, "and I'm sure my mother has an extra saucer of milk."

My father and the cat became good friends but my father's mother was very upset about the cat. She hated cats, particularly ugly old alley cats. "Elmer Elevator," she said to my father, "if you think I'm going to give that cat a saucer of milk, you're very wrong. Once you start feeding stray alley cats you might as well expect to feed every stray in town, and I am not going to do it!"

This made my father very sad, and he apologized to the cat because his mother had been so rude. He told the cat to stay anyway, and that somehow he would bring her a saucer of milk each day. My father fed the cat for three weeks, but one day his mother found the cat's saucer in the cellar and she was extremely angry. She whipped my father and threw the cat out the door, but later on my father sneaked out and found the cat. Together they went for a walk in the park and tried to think of nice things to talk about. My father said, "When I grow up I'm going to have an airplane. Wouldn't it be wonderful to fly just anywhere you might think of!"

"Would you like to fly very, very much?" asked the cat.

"I certainly would. I'd do anything if I could fly."

"Well," said the cat, "if you'd really like to fly that much, I think I know of a sort of a way you might get to fly while you're still a little boy."

"You mean you know where I could get an airplane?"

"Well, not exactly an airplane, but something even better. As you can see, I'm an old cat now, but in my younger days I was quite a traveler. My traveling days are over but last spring I took just one more trip and sailed to the Island of Tangerina, stopping at the port of Cranberry. Well, it just so happened that I missed the boat, and while waiting for the next I thought I'd look around a bit. I was particularly interested in a place called Wild Island, which we had passed on our way to Tangerina. Wild Island and Tangerina are joined together by a long string of rocks, but people never go to Wild Island because it's mostly jungle and inhabited by very wild animals. So I decided to go across the rocks and explore it for myself. It certainly is an interesting place, but I saw something there that made me want to weep."


My Father Runs Away

"Wild Island is practically cut in two by a very wide and muddy river," continued the cat. "This river begins near one end of the island and flows into the ocean at the other. Now the animals there are very lazy, and they used to hate having to go all the way around the beginning of this river to get to the other side of the island. It made visiting inconvenient and mail deliveries slow, particularly during the Christmas rush. Crocodiles could have carried passengers and mail across the river, but crocodiles are very moody, and not the least bit dependable, and are always looking for something to eat. They don't care if the animals have to walk around the river, so that's just what the animals did for many years."

"But what does all this have to do with airplanes?" asked my father, who thought the cat was taking an awfully long time to explain.

"Be patient, Elmer," said the cat, and she went on with the story. "One day about four months before I arrived on Wild Island a baby dragon fell from a low-flying cloud onto the bank of the river. He was too young to fly very well, and besides, he had bruised one wing quite badly, so he couldn't get back to his cloud. The animals found him soon afterwards and everybody said, 'Why, this is just exactly what we've needed all these years!' They tied a big rope around his neck and waited for the wing to get well. This was going to end all their crossing-the-river troubles."

"I've never seen a dragon," said my father. "Did you see him? How big is he?"

"Oh, yes, indeed I saw the dragon. In fact, we became great friends," said the cat. "I used to hide in the bushes and talk to him when nobody was around. He's not a very big dragon, about the size of a large black bear, although I imagine he's grown quite a bit since I left. He's got a long tail and yellow and blue stripes. His horn and eyes and the bottoms of his feet are bright red, and he has gold-colored wings."

"Oh, how wonderful!" said my father. "What did the animals do with him when his wing got well?"

"They started training him to carry passengers, and even though he is just a baby dragon, they work him all day and all night too sometimes. They make him carry loads that are much too heavy, and if he complains, they twist his wings and beat him. He's always tied to a stake on a rope just long enough to go across the river. His only friends are the crocodiles, who say 'Hello' to him once a week if they don't forget. Really, he's the most miserable animal I've ever come across. When I left I promised I'd try to help him someday, although I couldn't see how. The rope around his neck is about the biggest, toughest rope you can imagine, with so many knots it would take days to untie them all.

"Anyway, when you were talking about airplanes, you gave me a good idea. Now, I'm quite sure that if you were able to rescue the dragon, which wouldn't be the least bit easy, he'd let you ride him most anywhere, provided you were nice to him, of course. How about trying it?"

"Oh, I'd love to," said my father, and he was so angry at his mother for being rude to the cat that he didn't feel the least bit sad about running away from home for a while.

That very afternoon my father and the cat went down to the docks to see about ships going to the Island of Tangerina. They found out that a ship would be sailing the next week, so right away they started planning for the rescue of the dragon. The cat was a great help in suggesting things for my father to take with him, and she told him everything she knew about Wild Island. Of course, she was too old to go along.

Everything had to be kept very secret, so when they found or bought anything to take on the trip they hid it behind a rock in the park. The night before my father sailed he borrowed his father's knapsack and he and the cat packed everything very carefully. He took chewing gum, two dozen pink lollipops, a package of rubber bands, black rubber boots, a compass, a tooth brush and a tube of tooth paste, six magnifying glasses, a very sharp jackknife, a comb and a hairbrush, seven hair ribbons of different colors, an empty grain bag with a label saying "Cranberry," some clean clothes, and enough food to last my father while he was on the ship. He couldn't live on mice, so he took twenty-five peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and six apples, because that's all the apples he could find in the pantry.

When everything was packed my father and the cat went down to the docks to the ship. A night watchman was on duty, so while the cat made loud queer noises to distract his attention, my father ran over the gangplank onto the ship. He went down into the hold and hid among some bags of wheat. The ship sailed early the next morning.


My Father Finds the Island

My father hid in the hold for six days and nights. Twice he was nearly caught when the ship stopped to take on more cargo. But at last he heard a sailor say that the next port would be Cranberry and that they'd be unloading the wheat there. My father knew that the sailors would send him home if they caught him, so he looked in his knapsack and took out a rubber band and the empty grain bag with the label saying "Cranberry." At the last moment my father got inside the bag, knapsack and all, folded the top of the bag inside, and put the rubber band around the top. He didn't look just exactly like the other bags but it was the best he could do.

Soon the sailors came to unload. They lowered a big net into the hold and began moving the bags of wheat. Suddenly one sailor yelled, "Great Scott! This is the queerest bag of wheat I've ever seen! It's all lumpy-like, but the label says it's to go to Cranberry."

The other sailors looked at the bag too, and my father, who was in the bag, of course, tried even harder to look like a bag of wheat. Then another sailor felt the bag and he just happened to get hold of my father's elbow. "I know what this is," he said. "This is a bag of dried corn on the cob," and he dumped my father into the big net along with the bags of wheat.

This all happened in the late afternoon, so late that the merchant in Cranberry who had ordered the wheat didn't count his bags until the next morning. (He was a very punctual man, and never late for dinner.) The sailors told the captain, and the captain wrote down on a piece of paper, that they had delivered one hundred and sixty bags of wheat and one bag of dried corn on the cob. They left the piece of paper for the merchant and sailed away that evening.

My father heard later that the merchant spent the whole next day counting and recounting the bags and feeling each one trying to find the bag of dried corn on the cob. He never found it because as soon as it was dark my father climbed out of the bag, folded it up and put it back in his knapsack. He walked along the shore to a nice sandy place and lay down to sleep.

My father was very hungry when he woke up the next morning. Just as he was looking to see if he had anything left to eat, something hit him on the head. It was a tangerine. He had been sleeping right under a tree full of big, fat tangerines. And then he remembered that this was the Island of Tangerina. Tangerine trees grew wild everywhere. My father picked as many as he had room for, which was thirty-one, and started off to find Wild Island.

He walked and walked and walked along the shore, looking for the rocks that joined the two islands. He walked all day, and once when he met a fisherman and asked him about Wild Island, the fisherman began to shake and couldn't talk for a long while. It scared him that much, just thinking about it. Finally he said, "Many people have tried to explore Wild Island, but not one has come back alive. We think they were eaten by the wild animals." This didn't bother my father. He kept walking and slept on the beach again that night.

It was beautifully clear the next day, and way down the shore my father could see a long line of rocks leading out into the ocean, and way, way out at the end he could just see a tiny patch of green. He quickly ate seven tangerines and started down the beach.

It was almost dark when he came to the rocks, but there, way out in the ocean, was the patch of green. He sat down and rested a while, remembering that the cat had said, "If you can, go out to the island at night, because then the wild animals won't see you coming along the rocks and you can hide when you get there." So my father picked seven more tangerines, put on his black rubber boots, and waited for dark.

It was a very black night and my father could hardly see the rocks ahead of him. Sometimes they were quite high and sometimes the waves almost covered them, and they were slippery and hard to walk on. Sometimes the rocks were far apart and my father had to get a running start and leap from one to the next.

After a while he began to hear a rumbling noise. It grew louder and louder as he got nearer to the island. At last it seemed as if he was right on top of the noise, and he was. He had jumped from a rock onto the back of a small whale who was fast asleep and cuddled up between two rocks. The whale was snoring and making more noise than a steam shovel, so it never heard my father say, "Oh, I didn't know that was you!" And it never knew my father had jumped on its back by mistake.

For seven hours my father climbed and slipped and leapt from rock to rock, but while it was still dark he finally reached the very last rock and stepped off onto Wild Island.


My Father Finds the River

The jungle began just beyond a narrow strip of beach; thick, dark, damp, scary jungle. My father hardly knew where to go, so he crawled under a wahoo bush to think, and ate eight tangerines. The first thing to do, he decided, was to find the river, because the dragon was tied somewhere along its bank. Then he thought, "If the river flows into the ocean, I ought to be able to find it quite easily if I just walk along the beach far enough." So my father walked until the sun rose and he was quite far from the Ocean Rocks. It was dangerous to stay near them because they might be guarded in the daytime. He found a clump of tall grass and sat down. Then he took off his rubber boots and ate three more tangerines. He could have eaten twelve but he hadn't seen any tangerines on this island and he could not risk running out of something to eat.

My father slept all that day and only woke up late in the afternoon when he heard a funny little voice saying, "Queer, queer, what a dear little dock! I mean, dear, dear, what a queer little rock!" My father saw a tiny paw rubbing itself on his knapsack. He lay very still and the mouse, for it was a mouse, hurried away muttering to itself, "I must smell tumduddy. I mean, I must tell somebody."

My father waited a few minutes and then started down the beach because it was almost dark now, and he was afraid the mouse really would tell somebody. He walked all night and two scary things happened. First, he just had to sneeze, so he did, and somebody close by said, "Is that you, Monkey?" My father said, "Yes." Then the voice said, "You must have something on your back, Monkey," and my father said "Yes," because he did. He had his knapsack on his back. "What do you have on your back, Monkey?" asked the voice.

My father didn't know what to say because what would a monkey have on its back, and how would it sound telling someone about it if it did have something? Just then another voice said, "I bet you're taking your sick grandmother to the doctor's." My father said "Yes" and hurried on. Quite by accident he found out later that he had been talking to a pair of tortoises.

The second thing that happened was that he nearly walked right between two wild boars who were talking in low solemn whispers. When he first saw the dark shapes he thought they were boulders. Just in time he heard one of them say, "There are three signs of a recent invasion. First, fresh tangerine peels were found under the wahoo bush near the Ocean Rocks. Second, a mouse reported an extraordinary rock some distance from the Ocean Rocks which upon further investigation simply wasn't there. However, more fresh tangerine peels were found in the same spot, which is the third sign of invasion. Since tangerines do not grow on our island, somebody must have brought them across the Ocean Rocks from the other island, which may, or may not, have something to do with the appearance and/or disappearance of the extraordinary rock reported by the mouse."

After a long silence the other boar said, "You know, I think we're taking all this too seriously. Those peels probably floated over here all by themselves, and you know how unreliable mice are. Besides, if there had been an invasion, I would have seen it!"

"Perhaps you're right," said the first boar. "Shall we retire?" Whereupon they both trundled back into the jungle.

Well, that taught my father a lesson, and after that he saved all his tangerine peels. He walked all night and toward morning came to the river. Then his troubles really began.


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Table of Contents

 1 My Father Meets the Cat
 2 My Father Runs Away
 3 My Father Finds the Island
 4 My Father Find the River
 5 My Father Meets Some Tigers
 6 My Father Meets a Rhinoceros
 7 My Father Meets a Lion
 8 My Father Meets a Gorilla
 9 My Father Makes a Bridge
10 My Father Finds the Dragon

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My Father's Dragon 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 50 reviews.
BSH More than 1 year ago
My Father's Dragon This story is about a little boy named Elmer. Elmer wanted to fly very badly. An old alley cat told him that he could go to Wild Island to fly. He told Elmer about a baby dragon. The baby dragon was forced to fly the animals across the river. So Elmer goes to Wild Island to save the dragon. Many wild animals on the island catch Elmer. He gets away by tricking them. I kept wondering: Will Elmer be able to save the dragon? My favorite character in this book was the mouse. I like the mouse because he mixes up his words and is very funny. I like the book because it was an adventure. Each chapter has a new animal with a different problem. To escape Elmer had to solve each problem. I would recommend this book to my friends because it is a very good book and it is very well written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A male protagonist who encounters many animals; tricks them and finally rescues a dragon. A fun adventure book for kids of all genders who are beginning chapter books readers.
EGHunter01 More than 1 year ago
Wonderful tale to encourage readers to use their imaginations to delve into adventures and a world of fantasy. *Comical at times and very entertaining. *Great escape for the summer. *Fascinating way to encourage readers to enjoy leisure time reading, just reading for entertainment.
Monica Brooks More than 1 year ago
My eight year old son really enjoyed this book and we just finished Elmer and the dragon. Cant wait for Blueland! This is a short chapter book, good for building up confidence and speed.
Colleen_Rose More than 1 year ago
I loved reading this book when I was a kid. I have now had the pleasure of reading it to my 6 year old daughter. She could not get enough - "one more chapter please!" Imaginative and silly, perfect for kids.
MrsSAS More than 1 year ago
My second grade son enjoyed the adventurous storyline. He would not let me put it down until it was completed.
julietsky More than 1 year ago
I like to read what my daughter is reading in her 1st grade class then follow up the stories with her.We were having fun since we both know the characters and events.It's funny and a colorful story that we both can't wait to read the whole series.But ,I was warned by her teacher not to read ahead of her or else I will spoil the fun she's having with the whole class.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A Barnes & Noble worker suggested this book when I was looking for a great early chapter book type story to read aloud to my kids. Great illustrations to keep their young attentions and very imaginative story line. Thank you B & N for the smiles and giggles!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I first read this story when i was in the third grade, but even now I'll catch myself reading it from time to time. Now i love to read it to my younger sister. Edgar and Dragon take you through such a fun adventure. This story will bring out your imagination and sense of adventure. I also reccomend its two sequals 'Edgar and Dragon' and 'The Dragons of Blueland'.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book 43 years ago. I read all kinds of books as a child This particular book has stuck with me all these years have been looking for a copy ever since So greatful to see I can get it here.Cant wait to share it with my nieces and nephews and to read it again for myself
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melaniehope on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What a perfect first chapter book to read to your child. This adventure story tells the tale of Elmer and his quest to travel to Wild Island to rescue a baby dragon that is being cruelly mistreated by the other animals on the island.Along the way, Elmer has numerous adventures and must use his wits to successfully find and rescue the dragon.Almost every page has beautiful black and white illustrations and the book is short and sweet. Just perfect as a beginning chapter book or for those 4 or 5 year old listening to their first "big" book! What a fun, adventurous, clever book!
debnance on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lovely little adventure story of boy who travels to an island and meets many intriguing creatures. The story never feels contrived. Recommended.
raizel on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A boy goes on a journey to rescue a dragon, who is being kept as means of transportation on an island of talking animals. It just so happens that the things the boy packs for his trip, which seem completely random and useless at the time, are exactly what he needs to achieve his goal.
mrsarey on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a sweet little story about a boy who runs away from home to help save a dragon. Children will love the simplicity and the sweetness of the boy. Unfortunately, this is not a story that translates well to adults. Its very simplicity keeps an adult from getting into the characters as a child would. This is a great book for a classroom library!
bdn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A Newbery Honor Book in 1948, this humorous adventure story about a boy who uses his wits to rescue an enslaved baby dragon is . . . reissued in a near facsimile of the first edition, including original full-color jacket and long-lost endpaper maps".--Booklist. ALA Notable Children's Book; Newbery
karrotab on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Great introduction to chapter books for younger kids. Unfortunately, once I start reading it, my son demands I finish the entire thing!
Omrythea on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What a fun, easy to read book. Makes a nice read aloud. Simplistic and engaging. A delightful read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a very good book coming from a kid. It was very adventurous and funny. In the book it has very good foreshadow of some things like what the adventure was going to be. It was just to good to explain!
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Elmer Elevator travels to Wild Island to rescue a dragon from the animals on the island. So creative and so much fun for kids of all ages.
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I love
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read in third grade had to get so got from svholastic book order. Recommend to fantasy lovers also dragon lovers. There are other books to this series too, but this one is the best. I love the book because in the front of the book it shows a map of the islands. The author really descibes how aelmer was feeling . His dad was really cool. My favorite charecter in the whole story was the cat. This is one of the best books ever. I also recomened it to people who like to go on adventers. This is a great book for all ages. Even tough it is not a thick book the adventer is for all ages. ~Elizabeth B
General_Leo More than 1 year ago
Nook version was missing pictures
Anonymous More than 1 year ago