Janey loved dragons. At fifty she had amassed quite a collection of them: on the walls, in her wardrobe and drawers, on tables and shelves, they cluttered every conceivable space …
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It was a forest of big trees, bumbling bees and beautiful flying things. High in the branches birds would flit and gossip, showing off their feathers and twittering about who was who and what was what …
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