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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 wizard’s 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.

“Now!” 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

“GOAL!” shouted Freddy. “That’s fifteen goals and only two misses so far!”

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

“Now!” 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.

“Odds! Are you hurt?”

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

Freddy carefully picked up the little creature.

“I’m really sorry, Odds!” said Freddy. “I was just—”

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

“Master Freddy!” said the dragon. “This is not the proper behaviour for a wizard!”

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.

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

Freddy pointed to the leather ball.

“Don’t you think the spell I put on my football was clever?” he said. “It means I can practise when it’s wet outside.”

“That’s not proper magic,” snapped the dragon. “That’s just silly nonsense. I think you ought to get back to your books, Master Freddy.”

Freddy heaved a sigh. “You’re right, Odds.” 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.

“That’s better,” said Odds-and-Ends. He turned and flew out of the room, blowing one last, angry smoke ring.

“I wonder why he’s in such a bad mood?” Freddy thought. “Now where was I?”

He opened the big book and flicked through it. It was Volume One of the Wizard’s Handbook (Fifty Volumes), but Freddy hadn’t got any further than the first few pages.

“Part 4: Stretching and shrinking spells,” Freddy read. Then he gave a little yawn. “This first bit seems quite easy.”

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 Wizard’s 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.

“Phew!” said Freddy.

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

Just then, Freddy heard a shout from outside.

“Freddy! Are you in there? Have you got the football?”

It was Freddy’s pal, Cubby. “There won’t be any harm in having a quick kick-about with my friends,” Freddy thought. After checking that Odds-and-Ends wasn’t 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 he’d get a telling-off from Odds-and-Ends, but the dragon didn’t 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.

“That’s very, very strange,” muttered Freddy, as he went up the stairs to bed.

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

“I’ll go down to the village and ask if anyone has seen him there,” 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!

“Have— BLAM! you— BLAM! seen— BLAM! my— BLAM! house— BLAM! dragon— BLAM! Mr— BLAM! Green—?” asked Freddy between hammer blows.

“Lost your dragon?” said Mr Green, as he stopped to wipe the sweat off his face. He gave Freddy a crooked smile with his one crooked tooth. “I reckon you will have to be looking for a new one then. They’re touchy things these dragons. I wouldn’t trust one as far as I could throw one. Give me a horse with four good feet firmly on the ground!” 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.

“What am I going to tell Uncle Sneezer” thought Freddy, as he walked on. “How am I going to explain that he needs a new house dragon? Besides, I’ll miss him. Wizard Cottage won’t be the same without Odds, even if he does tell me off too much.”

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

“A cake would cheer me up a lot,” he thought and so he crossed the road.

“You look a bit down-in-the-mouth this morning, Master Freddy,” said Mrs Muncher cheerily.

“It’s because Odds-and-Ends has disappeared,” wailed Freddy. “I haven’t seen him since midday yesterday. I think he’s flown away and will never come back.”

“Oh, Master Freddy,” said Mrs Muncher. “I’ve never heard of a dragon deserting its house. It will be Odds-and-Ends’ birthday.”

“Did you say his birthday?” said Freddy.

“Oh yes. Dragons always disappear for a little while on their birthday, you know,” Mrs Muncher went on. “Of 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 that’s very young for a dragon. Your Great Uncle—”

“But why do they disappear on their birthday?” asked Freddy impatiently.

“They go off to shed their scales, my dear,” said Mrs Muncher. “They 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 and—”

“Thank you, Mrs Muncher,” said Freddy, as a broad grin spread across his face. “You’ve really cheered me up! I thought Odds-and-Ends had run away for good!”

“Oh, I’m sure he hasn’t, my dear,” said Mrs Muncher.

“Perhaps I ought to buy Odds-and-Ends a birthday cake,” said Freddy eagerly.

“I don’t think dragons eat cake, my love,” said Mrs Muncher. “All they seem to eat is that dragon weed, which grows down by the river. And honey. They’re partial to a little bit of honey. Why not go and ask Mr Buzzwell the beekeeper for some honey? I’m sure he’d—”