The Dragon And The Turtle by Donita K. PaulThe Dragon And The Turtle by Donita K. Paul

The Dragon And The Turtle

byDonita K. Paul, Evangeline DenmarkIllustratorVincent Nguyen

Hardcover | August 10, 2010

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Friends come in all sizes, shapes, and colors. Sometimes they’re even dragons.

Roger loves adventure. Today he’s playing pirate, sailing the high seas, dancing to the hornpipe, and catching fish. But the wind’s blown him off course and he’s . . . well . . . lost.
When Padraig, a kitten-sized, bug-eating dragon, encounters the lost turtle, he offers to help Roger find his way home. Roger’s directions take some time to follow—his house looks brown, sounds like singing, smells like baking, feels like sand, and tastes like strawberries—and along the way, Roger and Padraig become friends. And friendship always yields unexpected rewards. Like cookies.
A former schoolteacher, DONITA K. PAUL is the best-selling author of the Dragon Keeper series, The Vanishing Sculptor, and Dragons of the Valley. She enjoys cooking, beading, stamping, knitting, and her grandsons. Not necessarily in that order. The daughter of novelist Donita K. Paul, EVANGELINE DENMARK grew up living and breathing goo...
Title:The Dragon And The TurtleFormat:HardcoverDimensions:40 pages, 8.78 × 8.73 × 0.31 inPublished:August 10, 2010Publisher:The Crown Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0307446441

ISBN - 13:9780307446442


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Excerpt Padraig landed on a branch and popped a bug into his mouth. He grinned as he chewed. The bug was crunchy on the outside and squishy on the inside, and it tasted like nuts and sweet oranges. The treat was yummy, but he still had room in his tummy for one more crunchy, squishy, nutty bug. He looked through the leaves.No flying bugs. He looked on the branches.No crawling bugs. He flew to the ground to look for creeping bugs. Instead he founda grumpy-faced turtle. Padraig forgot his rumbling tummy. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’m turned around,” the turtle whispered. “You’re not turned around. You’re looking right at me.” The turtle gave an exasperated sigh. “‘Turned around’means lost. I’ve lost my house.” “Oh.” Padraig sat down with his wings folded and his tailcurled in a neat circle. “What’s your name?” he asked. Roger,” said the turtle. “Pleased to meet you, Roger,” he said. “My name is Padraig.” Roger nodded. “Nice to meet you.” “How did you lose your house?” asked Padraig. “I was playing pirates,” Roger explained.“My ship hit a squall and was blown offcourse. Now I’m stuck on a deserted island.Which is fine, but I’m getting hungry.” “I see,” said Padraig. “These waters canbe dangerous.” “Indeed.” Roger nodded. “What does your house look like?” “Brown like my shell,” said Roger. “Okay. Wait here. I’ll go scout.”