Bibop was a little dragon with orange scales. He had been living on Grey Mountain with his mother since he'd been born. That was already nearly a hundred years ago. A hundred years old, that's when ... [+]
It was a wonderfully quiet day at the art gallery. Paintings that were hundreds of years old lined the walls for all to enjoy. It was a wonderfully quiet day until . . . Honk! Everyone in the art gallery came to a halt. None could make sense of what they heard. Had they really heard a honk? "What was that?" "Was that you?""What's going on?" HONK! Everyone looked around in surprise. Another honk had cut through the silence. They all started to look for the source of the noise. "This way!""No, it was this way, I'm sure!""Find that honk!" HONK! HONK! There was no doubt about it: someone or someth