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Fillmore the Dragon: American-English Edition
Fillmore the Dragon: American-English Edition
Fillmore the Dragon: American-English Edition
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Fillmore the Dragon: American-English Edition

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Since having his arms cut off Fillmore the Dragon is being a right royal pain. Emma the astronaut wants to help. However there's a problem. The struggle to get new arms for Fillmore threatens the on-going existence of the universe as Ronix, the evil overlord of Planet Inc., is the only available provider. And he strikes a hard bargain.

Enjoy the ride with Emma as we learn about pollution and the environment, discover new words and once again spend time with some of the most annoying dragons that have ever existed!
 
LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 2, 2018
ISBN9788827500088
Fillmore the Dragon: American-English Edition
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Elias Zapple

Elias Zapple was not born in 1922, as some would have you believe. His date of birth is not really relevant anyway. What is relevant is that he arose out of a tulip that was growing in some old granny's garden in Camberwell. How he got to be in a tulip is not really clear, nor is it clear how he got out of the tulip, and years later wrote the smash hit musical, 'Love, be a Stranger', which was an international flop. After that success, he went on to work as a 19th century Victorian chimney sweep, when he was inspired to write the acclaimed series of books entitled 'Duke & Michel'. It is believed the fumes from the chimneys did so much damage to Elias, that it was a miracle he ever ate a cupcake again.  Later, he travelled back in time to the present, and went on a series of trips to many foreign and distant lands. During these travels, Elias met and listened to many interesting people, choosing to ignore all of them. He did, however, learn a couple of things: i) the earth is flat; and ii) you should never eat a banana when it's not ripe. Many questions are often asked by his adoring public. Are you human? How many chimpanzees can fit inside a fridge? What is that thing growing on the side of your head? To which Mr Zapple has always smiled, turned away and swum off into the sunset; having only once been bitten by an unfriendly shark. Elias Zapple continues to work towards the unification of Korea, and writing children's stories that parents will spend huge sums of money on. He wishes you all to know that every penny made from the books will go straight into his bank account, which he will then spend on a lavish, new tent.

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    Fillmore the Dragon - Elias Zapple

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    Copyright

    © Elias Zapple, 2016

    Cover illustrated by Ilaeira Misirlou

    Interior illustrated by Valentina Cheshenko

    Disclaimer

    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons or dragons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    Dedication

    For Dwarf Mosquito

    Contents

    Title Page

    Copyright

    Disclaimer

    Dedication

    Chapter One – Fillmore

    Chapter Two – Silence is Overrated

    Chapter Three – Tiger Dragons

    Chapter Four – Journey to Planet Inc.

    Chapter Five – Ronix

    Chapter Six – The Deal

    Chapter Seven – Nature

    Chapter Eight – The Building Blocks of Life

    Chapter Nine – Mangoes for Arms

    Chapter Ten – Eleven

    Chapter Eleven – Confused?

    Chapter Twelve – The Air That I Can’t Breathe

    Jellybean’s Selected Vocabulary

    Who is Elias Zapple?

    Also by Elias Zapple

    A Request from Elias Zapple

    One

    Fillmore

    Emma wandered through the lush green, flowery grounds of King Buttercup’s palace. Roses, lilies, petunias and carnations – he didn’t have any of those. King Buttercup’s palace had been Emma’s home for quite a while now. Her astronaut suit, her usual attire, had been stored away and was gathering dust. Perhaps her adventures were over. She was stuck on Zanu – home of the most annoying creatures ever evolved, dragons. She had renounced – given up – her title of princess and instead chosen to be the official guitarist of Zanu having beaten Fillmore in an epic guitar battle. She wore ripped jeans and a black sleeveless t-shirt to show off her rock music tastes. She couldn’t get a tattoo though as she was too young, and because the local dragon tattooist was blind.

    Her last adventure had seen her go to Camelot where Lancelot had schemed along with Guinevere to start a war with Zanu and then take over from King Arthur. Emma, with Cyril the Dragon then Jellybean the Dragon had stopped this from happening. Yes, it had been an eventful time but now it seemed as though those times were in the past.

    Every morning at first light, Emma would take a walk through King Buttercup’s gardens. She went that early so that she could have a few moments alone. She did not want to be disturbed by Jellybean asking how long for a runny egg, (5 minutes), or by Cyril asking if it was true that he really was a dragon. These moments were precious. Being alone with the bumblebees, the sound of the birds singing their delightful tunes and the whimpering and the agonized cries of Fillmore.

    Shut up, Fillmore! Everyday at every hour Fillmore was heard crying and it was driving everybody mad. No dragon had seen Fillmore since his wounds had been stitched up. The only way Emma and the dragons knew he was alive was by his cries. The cries lowered in volume and Emma was able to carry on with a little less guilt. She sighed with relief. Her heart had been heavy ever since winning the guitar battle against Fillmore. After winning, Jellybean had picked her up and whirled her around on stage then bumped into the guillotine in which Fillmore’s arms were. All Fillmore had, besides his arrogance, was his guitar playing. Since then he’d been left without being able to play his guitars, and without his arms.

    In King Buttercup’s gardens were all sorts of trees. The papaya tree was one of Emma’s favorites. She cupped one of the ripe tropical fruits in her hand. Papayas had yummy orange flesh with black seeds, although she still preferred mangoes. The skin of the papaya was smooth. There was a whole row of papaya trees. Emma walked past them to a row of gooseberry shrubs. Dragons loved gooseberries. There weren’t many gooseberries on the shrubs, however because dragons had sticky fingers. Every other shop on Zanu appeared to sell something gooseberry-related. Gooseberry soap, gooseberry juice, gooseberry oil, gooseberry wine, gooseberry cheese, gooseberry diamonds and gooseberry geese – pretty much anything that could be made from gooseberries, Zanu’s shops stocked it. Emma wasn’t sure of the appeal of the gooseberry – its hairy, thin almost see-through yellowish or reddish skin – Emma shuddered. They looked more like some kind of alien spawn – alien eggs.

    Why! Fillmore wailed.

    What should Emma have for breakfast? Those papayas did look good and juicy. She sure did miss her mangoes. Quite unfortunate that the only place in the universe that seemed to grow mangoes was Earth. Of course a massive earthquake had destroyed Earth. Jellybean later told her that the force of the explosion had been felt as far as the Galileo solar system.

    Why! Fillmore whimpered some more. Da, da, daaa, da-da, da-daaa, da, da, daaa, da-daaa! More cries.

    Stop with that tune! Same old song all the time. I can’t even see any smoke.

    The bells rang, which could mean only one thing. The wrinkled, as old as time itself, King Buttercup was awake from one of his many comas – a very, very deep sleep. It also meant that Emma was being summoned as she had become one of Jellybean’s most trusted advisors, who in turn was the right-hand dragon of King Buttercup. Fillmore sobbed evermore.

    Two

    Silence is Overrated

    King Buttercup kept jolting himself awake. He was on his golden throne, which was upholstered in red silk and which was the size of a van. The throne room could’ve fitted every throne room in Europe into it, huge as it was. Of course, dragon palaces needed to be huge as dragons were much bigger than people.

    A dragon servant wearing a black jacket, held an ear trumpet to the gray-haired King Buttercup. Jellybean, the destroyer of Emma’s mango tree, was already there waiting for Emma to arrive. His red chest stuck out like it was proud of having eaten so many custard tarts the previous evening. His

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