Dragon Danger
and Grasshopper Glue
Scoular Anderson

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dragon Danger

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Grasshopper Glue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Copyright

About the Publisher

Dragon Danger

To Isla and Ewan

Chapter One

Near the little village of Muddling, at the very end of Lumpy Lane, was a very strange house. Sometimes there were spots on the roof and sometimes there were stripes. Sometimes the walls were green and sometimes they changed to blue. For this was a wizardâs house and it was a magical place to live.

The wizard was in the wizard room where all the magic books and potions were kept. He was a young wizard called Freddy Frogpurse and he was sitting on the edge of the table, dangling his legs.

âNow!â Freddy shouted.

At that moment, a leather ball stuffed with feathers dropped down in front of Freddy from the ceiling. With a skilful flick of his foot, he sent the ball whizzing across the room. It hit the middle of the door with a loud

âGOAL!â shouted Freddy. âThatâs fifteen goals and only two misses so far!â

The ball slowly floated up from the floor to the ceiling. It drifted across the room towards Freddy then stopped just above his head.

âNow!â Freddy shouted again.

The ball dropped. Freddy kicked. The ball shot towards the door, but this time the door opened suddenly. There was a thump, a squeak and a cloud of black smoke.

Freddy leapt off the table.

âOdds! Are you hurt?â

He bent down and lifted the ball from the floor. Underneath was a small dragon.

Freddy carefully picked up the little creature.

âIâm really sorry, Odds!â said Freddy. âI was justââ

The dragon struggled free. He rattled his scales angrily and blew another puff of black smoke through his nostrils.

âMaster Freddy!â said the dragon. âThis is not the proper behaviour for a wizard!â

The dragon was called Odds-and-Ends and he was the house dragon of Wizard Cottage. The cottage belonged to a very grand wizard called Doctor Sneezer Frogpurse.

He had gone off on a World Wide Wizard Walk and had left his great nephew Freddy to look after his house.

âMaster Freddy!â snapped the little dragon. âMay I remind you that you are supposed to be learning about magic so you can become a clever wizard like your Great Uncle!â

Freddy pointed to the leather ball.

âDonât you think the spell I put on my football was clever?â he said. âIt means I can practise when itâs wet outside.â

âThatâs not proper magic,â snapped the dragon. âThatâs just silly nonsense. I think you ought to get back to your books, Master Freddy.â

Freddy heaved a sigh. âYouâre right, Odds.â He turned and went to the bookshelves, which stretched right up to the ceiling. He pulled a huge book from a shelf and laid it on the table.

âThatâs better,â said Odds-and-Ends. He turned and flew out of the room, blowing one last, angry smoke ring.

âI wonder why heâs in such a bad mood?â Freddy thought. âNow where was I?â

He opened the big book and flicked through it. It was Volume One of the Wizardâs Handbook (Fifty Volumes), but Freddy hadnât got any further than the first few pages.

âPart 4: Stretching and shrinking spells,â Freddy read. Then he gave a little yawn. âThis first bit seems quite easy.â

He picked up his wand, gave it a few practice twirls, then cast a spell.

he chanted and pointed his wand at the curtains.

The curtains began to stretch longer and longer. They piled up on the floor in huge folds. Soon, they filled half the room and headed towards Freddy like waves.

Freddy grabbed the Wizardâs Handbook from the table and flicked through the pages again. He found a spell just in time.

The waves of curtain stopped growing and began to retreat.

âPhew!â said Freddy.

But now the curtains were the size of hankies, dangling from the curtain rail.

Just then, Freddy heard a shout from outside.

âFreddy! Are you in there? Have you got the football?â

It was Freddyâs pal, Cubby. âThere wonât be any harm in having a quick kick-about with my friends,â Freddy thought. After checking that Odds-and-Ends wasnât lurking in the house, he tucked the football under his arm and went out to join his friends.

Chapter Two

Freddy tiptoed back into the house after the football game. He was sure heâd get a telling-off from Odds-and-Ends, but the dragon didnât seem to be around. Freddy looked in all the rooms of Wizard Cottage and in the garden shed, but Odds-and-Ends was not to be found. By bedtime the little dragon had still not appeared.

âThatâs very, very strange,â muttered Freddy, as he went up the stairs to bed.

In the morning, there was still no sign of him.

âIâll go down to the village and ask if anyone has seen him there,â thought Freddy, so after breakfast he set out down Lumpy Lane towards Muddling.

Mr Green the blacksmith was hammering away at a horse shoe in his smithy. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

âHaveâ BLAM! youâ BLAM! seenâ BLAM! myâ BLAM! houseâ BLAM! dragonâ BLAM! Mrâ BLAM! Greenâ?â asked Freddy between hammer blows.

âLost your dragon?â said Mr Green, as he stopped to wipe the sweat off his face. He gave Freddy a crooked smile with his one crooked tooth. âI reckon you will have to be looking for a new one then. Theyâre touchy things these dragons. I wouldnât trust one as far as I could throw one. Give me a horse with four good feet firmly on the ground!â and he went back to his hammering. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Now Freddy felt really unhappy. Perhaps Odds-and-Ends had flown away to find some other young wizard who was keen on reading books and learning spells. Perhaps the little dragon was not to be trusted.

âWhat am I going to tell Uncle Sneezerâ thought Freddy, as he walked on. âHow am I going to explain that he needs a new house dragon? Besides, Iâll miss him. Wizard Cottage wonât be the same without Odds, even if he does tell me off too much.â

Freddy found himself standing across the road from Mrs Muncherâs cake stall. He glanced across at all the piles of delicious cakes, biscuits and scones.

âA cake would cheer me up a lot,â he thought and so he crossed the road.

âYou look a bit down-in-the-mouth this morning, Master Freddy,â said Mrs Muncher cheerily.

âItâs because Odds-and-Ends has disappeared,â wailed Freddy. âI havenât seen him since midday yesterday. I think heâs flown away and will never come back.â

âOh, Master Freddy,â said Mrs Muncher. âIâve never heard of a dragon deserting its house. It will be Odds-and-Endsâ birthday.â

âDid you say his birthday?â said Freddy.

âOh yes. Dragons always disappear for a little while on their birthday, you know,â Mrs Muncher went on. âOf course, they live for a very long time and only have a birthday every ten years. I remember the day your Great Uncle Sneezer got Odds-and-Ends. He was such a sweet little pup! He was about seventy years old, but thatâs very young for a dragon. Your Great Uncleââ

âBut why do they disappear on their birthday?â asked Freddy impatiently.

âThey go off to shed their scales, my dear,â said Mrs Muncher. âThey go off to a quiet place every ten years, shed their old scales and grow nice, shiny new ones. It takes a little while and makes them very grumpy. I think the new scales are quite itchy andââ

âThank you, Mrs Muncher,â said Freddy, as a broad grin spread across his face. âYouâve really cheered me up! I thought Odds-and-Ends had run away for good!â

âOh, Iâm sure he hasnât, my dear,â said Mrs Muncher.

âPerhaps I ought to buy Odds-and-Ends a birthday cake,â said Freddy eagerly.

âI donât think dragons eat cake, my love,â said Mrs Muncher. âAll they seem to eat is that dragon weed, which grows down by the river. And honey. Theyâre partial to a little bit of honey. Why not go and ask Mr Buzzwell the beekeeper for some honey? Iâm sure heâdââ

âThanks, Mrs Muncher!â said Freddy. âIâll go and do that!â

âBefore you go, love, hereâs a little something to keep you cheery!â said Mrs Muncher and she handed Freddy a strawberry tart.

Freddy thanked Mrs Muncher again and headed for home, nibbling his strawberry tart.

He called in on Mr Buzzwell on the way.

âIâd like a jar of honey for my house dragon, please, Mr Buzzwell!â Freddy shouted from a distance, since Mr Buzzwell was standing surrounded by bee hives and angry bees.

Mr Buzzwell came across to Freddy.

âIâm sorry, Freddy, I have no jars of honey just at the moment,â he said. He saw the smile fall from Freddyâs face. âI tell you what! I have an extra little beehive down in my field. How about I let you have the hive and your dragon can help himself to honey?â

âThat would be really kind of you, Mr Buzzwell,â said Freddy, cheering up again.

âIâll wait till evening,â said Mr Buswell. âAll the bees will be inside for the night and Iâll bring the hive to you then.â

Freddy thanked Mr Buzzwell again then ran down to the river. He picked an armful of dragon weed. It was very prickly and had a nasty smell.

âI donât know how Odds-and-Ends can eat this stuff,â said Freddy, as he tried to carry the pile of weed home and hold his nose at the same time. He dumped the weed on the table and rolled up his sleeves.

âNow, how on earth do I turn this into a birthday cake?â he said.

Chapter Three

Freddy boiled the dragon weed for quite a long time and it filled the kitchen with its awful smell. When it had cooled, he emptied it out of the pot on to a plate. He covered it in green icing to match Odds-and-Endsâ scales and stuck a candle on top.

It didnât look much like a cake, more like a lumpy pillow. The candle kept toppling over on its side. Freddy stood and looked at the cake for a while.

âItâs not a very pretty cake to give to Odds,â he said to himself. âI wonder how I could improve it?â

He marched thoughtfully round and round the kitchen until a good idea popped into his head.

âIâve got it!â I could give the cake wings and it could fly out to meet Odds as he came home! That would be a nice surprise!â

Freddy ran through to the wizard room. His heart sank as he looked at the rows of books on magic which stretched from floor to ceiling.

âIf I had done my homework, Iâd know what I was looking for,â he sighed.

He looked at the titles of the books nearest him.

1001 Dandelion Potions

Fun with Festoons

Toothache Treatment by Magic

Everything You Want to Know about

Dragons

Help with Hurricanes

Flying â Fast or Far?

âAha!â said Freddy with delight. âThis sounds just what Iâm looking for!â

He pulled Flying â Fast or Far? from the shelf and opened it on the table.

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