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Dylan is my sensational, curious, little brother who resembles el Quixote. This turns out to be troublesome, considering he is only eight years old. He would fight his friends (the knights), scare the dogs and the cats from the neighbourhood (the beasts), defeat the teachers (the witches), which often ended up in detention, and finally collect the prize from his twin and other more annoying brother, Bradley (the king).

Those are all the characters but as we know, there is more to a story than that… This tremendous boy would use a metal tube as a lance; a rusty, iron dustbin lid as a shield; a ruler as a sword plus… me as a horse!!

This is what happened once, during Britain’s big freeze. Dylan was sat at the window with his sword starring out into some snow flakes floating from the sky.

“Blizzard”, he muttered.

“Dylan, that is not as strong, by miles, as a blizzard”, I explained.

“Says who?” he answered.

I gave up. I knew it would all end in a massive fight.

Dylan sighed and went back to staring out of the window. Less than a minute later he screamed “Dragon straight ahead. Heading for the attic, that’s where the Princess is. That’s it! It isn’t a blizzard it’s the ash from the dragon’s flames.”

He clutched his sword and was half way out the room when I stopped him.

“First of all we don’t have a attic, secondly what princess?” I yelled.

Then I let go and he ran outside and terrified a poor cat. Unfortunately, the same thing happened at school two days later in the week.

Dylan doesn’t like the idea of being taught by witches but does like being twins with the king. However, this king didn’t see the world as Dylan did and spent much of his days on the wii. This was an issue for Dylan and me. Dylan’s problem was he always thought that Bradley was bewitched. This meant he was normally threatening the teachers so that they let Bradley go. Unfortunately, the teacher didn’t have a clue what he was talking about and just gave him more detention.

My problem was simply that I couldn’t go on the television and watch my favourite show because of Bradley’s addiction to the small screen and Dylan’s insistence on me being his horse. This is what happened…
Once on a bright summer afternoon I was watching television which I had fought for, then Dylan came in.

“Why don’t we go down by the river to capture some water goblins?” he asked. -water goblins are frogs, toads and newts.

“No, I don’t want to”, I replied.

That’s a shame, I’ve already caught one”, he then released a grimy frog onto the sofa.

I was surprised that he was allowed in! –my mum likes things clean and tidy.

It didn’t work and I carried on watching my well deserved show. I hope you have enjoyed Dylan’s glorious stories.

David D.
Holmes Chapel Primary School, Cheshire