The Fire-Breathing Termite
Okay. Here goes (again). This is the final draft for this story. I want to move on to my next story and I hate having this one hanging over my head. (This doesn't mean that I won't change it, just that I (probably) won't change anything major.)
Julie, Chuck, and my mother gave me many great suggestions to improve this story. Thanks all! (This doesn't change my dedication for my first book: "I would have dedicated this book to Julie, but she never believed in me. I would have dedicated this book to my mother, but she never believed in me either. Therefore, I dedicate this book to me. Me, me, me.")
On an important note: It's Julie's birthday today. Happy birthday Julie! I'm sorry I'm not there to celebrate it with you. Your shower cap--the peach one with yellow and orange flowers, and a white strap--will be waiting for you when you visit in two weeks.
