Now where did he go?
By Dinosorceror and F'lar
Part 2


F'lar is having a wonderful dream as he heaves and wiggles like crazy on
the beach. The sandstorm that surrounds him is his own creation.

Suddenly he awakens, bolts upright and glares at his toes, the ones where
he had last heard that little squeak.

He shakes his wide-spread-toed foot HARD! A lot of wet stuff, a crushed
car, a busted tv, OJ Simpson, and a dolphin, fall kersplash into the ocean.
But no Dinosorceror.

His glares at his toes as he brings them up and arches his neck around to
look closely and sniff carefully. He wiggles them like crazy over the
beach. More wet stuff falls, but no Dino.

"Damn!"

F'lar leaps into the air and makes several wide, slow sweeps of the entire
area, using all the powers of his furious eyes. No Dino.

He roars like twin afterburners at takeoff. Windows blow out for miles,
trees shed their leaves and a boat explodes. He's pissed!

F'lar narrows his eyes.
F'lar conjurs a spell.
F'lar casts the spell.

A huge, red arrow suddenly appears in the sky some distance up the beach,
pointing staight down. The arrow moves slowly away from him. 

F'ar hates having to use his magix to find that little twerp and is madder
than ever as he blasts powerful wingstroke after powerful wingstroke and
tears toward the place where the arrow is pointing with every ounce of his
being. The trees bend way over and a huge roostertail of sand follows the
streak of gold up the beach.

The shadow of a foot suddenly centers the running weesaur. Dino looks up
just in time to see a toe. 

The lights go out.

To be continued........


F'lar gold dragon with creme filling >;9~~
Clan BrightScale (Keeper of the creme)