Half yanked, the kids kept up with their leashed pet running through autumn leaves.
Finding the last few in the patch, their small dragon gobbled up a pumpkin.
The girl saved one for a jack-o’-lantern. “He’s gonna have pumpkin breath.”
“And farts,” the boy added.
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