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“Yes. A tour of Hell could scar you forever.”
“Sounds fun! Take me now.”
“When you're older. It's not as though I'm hiding any secrets from you.
You can read about it in many many books, once you've learned how to read.
It's just a tour wouldn't be appropriate for five-year-olds.”
“I want to see it now! That boat down there on that river, why are all
those people on it crying? Don't they like boats? It looks -- ffwhoap-p!”
Fuocorogo shot upwards at a neck-breaking speed, and he and Benito
were high above the clouds before you could say He Whose Name We No Longer
Say.
Benito whined, “Aww, you're no fun. I don't like you anymore.”
“Breaks my heart. Now, which way do we go from here?”
“Nope. I'm not going to tell you. Not until you give me a tour of Hell.”
“You're a spoiled waste of a child. Do you always get what you want?”
“In Heaven? Yes, pretty much. Hard to find much to complain about,
really. Honey and ambrosia, all you can eat. Beautiful music. Sunshine day
and night.”
“Sunshine at night?”
“Yes. My Father sort of glows, you know. We wear eyeshades if we want
to sleep.”
“I don't want to hear any more about Heaven,” said the dragon, searching
the sky.
“Sure you do. It's paradise. It's, it's what's the word...?”
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