SCAMPER

Scene Map:

characters: Windrider, Dragon King

setting: Windrider was talking with Dragon King in the beach

How the scene begins: Windrider had lost with his friends in the beach. He found Dragon King and talked with him.

How the scene ends: The Dragon King took Windrider to the dragon land.

Problems: Windrider was a dragon before he was born as a human.



Substitute:

What do you think if Windrider have his conversation with Dragon King in modern U.S.A?

I think the U.S.A people will try to catch Dragon King but Dragon King will kill them.



Modify:

What do you think if Windrider is scientific?

I think he will argue with Dragon King for he was a dragon before he was born.



Rearrange:

What do you think if Windrider becomes friend with Miss Whitlaw before Moon Shadow go to the demons land?

I think Moon Shadow will not be much afraid of the demons.



Rewritten Scene:

I had gone to sleep with the others, but I woke up to find myself in a strange place. This place was full of tall buildings and full of strange eyesights of people. The people wore very peculiar clothes that was totally different from the clothes we are wearing now. The air was very dirty and there were many strange machines, like richshaws running across the road. These strange machines gave out very loud, disgusting voice when they came across with me. It seemed they were expelling me. While I was lying on the road helplessly, a big sound came from the sky. The sound had made the land shake and had almost made the world collapse. A big creature flew through the sky above my head and four gliders were following it. The creature spiralled above me nonstop. Eventually it landed in front of me. I saw a dragon sitting on the road. The people who wore strange clothes had already formed a circle surrounding me and the dragon.

I guessed they wanted to catch the dragon and studied its structure. They stood quietly with small pistols in their hands. The whole city liked becoming dead. Suddenly they bursted towards the dragon and hit it. But then the dragon seemed to be unscathed. It flew into the sky again and used his wings to blow into the crowd. The people yelled and screamed and ran away as fast as they could just like there was a tsunami. After a while, the crowd had all disappeared and the road remained me and the dragon.

'My name is Dragon King. That's brilliant that you aren't scared, are you?' he said.

'I think that's too magical that there is a true dragon in this world.'

'Well, there isn't only a dragon but there are so many dragons in this world.'

'Humph,' he grunted, 'rather a miserable, soft-skinned body they've given you, Windrider.' The Dragon King's voice boomed inside his vast body, the words echoing and vibrating like a gong in a large hall. 'You committed a great crime, but you at least deserved to be born as a worm or a lizard. I meam, really, it's a bit drastic to be born as a softskin, don't you think?'

I don't know,' I said, looking at his body and his wings as I was wondering how he could fly.

The Dragon King sighed. 'You made terrible puns, cheated at dice, and criticized the meter of my excellent poems, but you were once a phenomenal healer.'

'How would you prove it? I mean this is too mythicize. I am an honest and intergrity man and I won't do this kind of humble things.'

The Dragon King laughed, and it sounded like someone pounding on a brass door. 'Aha. Aha. Aha. My dear fellow, right now you may be as miserable a specimen of a softskin as it has ever been my misfortune to see; but in a former life, you were once the greatest physician of all the dragons, and - I must tell you - something of a showoff when it came to flying. That's how you got your name. Then, in one of your playful moods, you grew as large as the world and tried to blow out the fires in the sun by fanning your wings. For that great crime, your head was cut off and you were reborn among the softskins. And among them you must remain until you prove yourself worthy once again of being a dragon.'
I replied I remembered nothing.
The Dragon King sighed patiently.'Before a soul is reborn into a new bidy in a new life, he drinks a broth which makes him forget everything. But though your mind might not remember, your hands do. My spies tell me you still retain some of your old skills.'
'But I know nothing of my healing. I only tinker with machines.'
'I am never wrong.' The Dragon King wag a claw above my head. 'Surely you remember that the magic of our kingdom takes different forms in the mortal lands? Once, as a dragon, you could cut the small shapes of butterflies and birds out of paper and make them come to life. Now as a softskin you can only make the things called kites - that skill is only a remnant of your old powers. Now heal me, for I frow weary of our talk.'
'But I am only good at science. I don't know what will happen after I have used these unidentified stuff.'
'Trust to your hands and do not think about what you are doing.' The Dragon King added,'And do not fear. No harm will come to you if you fail. I called you here as my old friend.'
At that moment I was planning to get away from the Dragon King and stop wasting my time to listen his rubbish story. But when I felt a great shadow pass over me, I looked up. The Dragon King had spread his left wing outward to reveal the wound in his side. The bony ribs of the wing stood out as high as a hill, and the arteries and veins gleamed like wires of fine-spun ruby and tur quoise pressed into a thin sheet of jade. But then I looked at his side and saw a gash that was about twice as long as me. It had been covered with an ugly black scab. He told me later he had recieved the wound during a border skirmish with the outlaw dragons who lived in the hills of the seashore.
'What did you use to do this?'
He ignored my question and dwindled in size until he was only about twice my length. 'Help me to redintegrate my wound! Believe your hand.'