“You have not paid your bones! You must leave this den!” Martha wandered around, and found his good friend, the morphing giant. Martha, who now wanted to be called Pony, groaned and said, “I am so lost.” The giant asked, “What’s wrong?” “W . . . ” Pony couldn't finish their sentence because, suddenly, a rumbling sound and a blinding light came from the sky—a meteor was approaching! From the bushes, one of Pony’s friends, Jack the evil unicorn, blasted the meteor away using his horn laser. “Phew, we were almost like the dinosaurs—toast!” Jack said. One shard from the meteor, however, shot off and crashed into the morphing giant’s bone stash! In the distance, a pixie was playing and heard all the commotion relating to Pony and his friends. The pixie 132
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