A Dragon in the Den

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"Mom?"  Dobby asks.

 "Just a minute sweetie. I'm really making progress on this fan fiction piece. Can you believe it? It has been like pulling teeth getting a word out all day. And now?" Mom types away making the happiest little sounds with the keyboard. "A-mazing! "  Mom smiles really big. "Okay. I can stop here."

Dobby makes his way across the den closer to Mom. “I think we need to talk about what has really been going on lately. All the time I spend in the basement.”

“You have been really lonely haven't you? I think we should move soon. Maybe we can get another pet for you to play with. I was thinking, a female cat.”

Thinking about all of his new friends in the basement, Dobby says, “You know Mom I think it's nice here the way it is.”

“Just you and me, huh?”

A faint scream comes traveling up through the floor. “Did you hear something?” Mom asks.

“No. I didn't hear a thing.”

Dobby looks around the den desperately looking for a new subject. Panning the room, his gaze stops in the doorway. A wide eyed dragon of nearly his size slowly materializes. The dragon's eyes are looking around memorizing the room and his nose is sniffing the air. Out of the corner of his eye Dobby sees Mom starting to turn her head to see what he is looking at.

“So you are doing really well with the fan fiction huh?”

“It is moving right along. It is almost as good as some episodes of “Castle” we have seen on TV.   I think so anyway.”

“Really?”

Hearing the cheerful tone of her voice Furnatche becomes interested in seeing Writer Lady again and starts slowly making his way across the den.

“Yes. Really. You know me. I don't say that often. It does lack the proper flow and polish of a finished television script. I do feel better about what I am capable of.”

Dobby sits down to listen. He knows the excitement in Mom's voice. This is gonna take a while. Furnatche keeps coming closer to Mom's chair, as he approaches the mood in the room changes. Mom's typing slows and she keeps looking down at Dobby.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?” Dobby asks, his leg is out in front of him, paw up, like a cop holding back traffic. Furnatche pushes back, using some of his energy that keeps him invisible. The dragon fades in and out. During the struggle, the spear shaped end of Furnatche's tail starts to come out and slaps against the base of Mom's chair.

“Did you hear that?” Mom asks looking down at Dobby.

Dropping his paw and letting Furnatche run past at full throttle, Dobby returns to his sitting position and plays dumb (as Dobby calls it: how I would act if I was a dog). Furnatche disappears just before he jumps up onto the blanket chest that sits to Mom's left.

“This is such a strange night. I keep hearing things. But it must be my imagination because if you heard anything Dobby you would be hiding. Dobby?”

Just out of Mom's sight, Dobby is quickly and efficiently luring Furnatche out of the den with mini chocolate sandwich cremes. He just gets into the hall when Mom calls out a second time, “Dobby?” Dobby dumps half the bag of cookies out for the dragon, sticks a paw in the litter box and begins scratching.

“You going potty kitty? I'm sorry for calling. Mom didn't know.”

Dobby grins knowing he's bought some time. Turning back to the dragon, Furnatche picks up another cookie in his mouth makes an unhappy face and spits it back out. Approaching the dragon, Dobby says, “I know they are not homemade but it's all I've got. Mom hasn't baked cookies in ages.”

Furnatche dissapates...Dobby runs back to the doorway of the den hoping to head the dragon off before Mom sees him.

“You know Dobby. I noticed today that our reader numbers have dropped by half. I quit posting the cheezy romance because I didn't think anyone was enjoying that part of the blog. Maybe a few people did. I am going to continue with it. I miss it anyway. I really want to finish either that or the “Castle” piece so I can get back to “Furnatche”. I am really missing them.

A strong wall of air knocks Dobby over. His world goes dark.