In parts 1 and 2, Daddy came out of a
betting shop carrying a lot of money that he had won. The Little Sumo and Mummy stayed in their
browney-orange car. But a knight on a
horse thought that their car was a ginger dragon and charged forward to attack
it. When he realised his mistake, he
fell off his horse. Everyone gathered
around the knight as he told them about the terrible ginger dragon, which was
terrorising the town and stealing money from the inhabitants.
*
Just then a shadow passed overhead. There was a huge rushing of wind, which
almost blew the Little Sumo off his feet.
Daddy clutched desperately to the money in his hand to prevent it from
being blown away. There was a loud
thump, which caused the ground to shake.
Everyone stared as a huge ginger dragon landed in the street, just next
to Mummy and Daddy’s car.
“Umm…” said the knight. “Although being an accountant wasn’t such a
bad job, really.”
The dragon’s neck twisted and it stared
down at the group with its terrible, reptilian eyes. It opened its mouth, revealing two rows of
very sharp teeth.
*
Part 3:
“Kraaark!
I smell money,” said the dragon.
“Lovely, lovely money to add to my hoard! Kraaark!”
The Little Sumo thought that the dragon
sounded a bit like a parrot, but also a bit like a human. He wondered how something so big and heavy
could fly. His book about animals had
told him that birds had hollow bones to make them lighter, and make it possible
for them to fly. He wondered if the
dragon had a really light body too. But
he couldn’t see the dragon’s bones, of course.
He could only see the outside of its bright ginger body.
“Kraaark!” continued the dragon, looking at
Daddy, and the money he held in his hand.
“Give me your money, or I will eat you up! Kraaark!”
Daddy turned to look at the knight, who had
claimed to be a dragon slayer. “Weren’t
you going to, um, do something,” said Daddy.
“Wasn’t there some work you had to do?”
The knight waved his hands frantically. “You mean some accounting work? Yes.
Now that you mention it, I probably should be getting back to my office. I have a lot of accounting work to do.”
Mummy sniffed the air. “Is there a bakery near here? I could swear someone was cooking gingerbread.”
“Kraaark!” said the dragon, swaying his
neck impatiently from side to side. “I’m
getting hungry. Give me the money
quickly, or I’ll eat you! Kraaark!”
Daddy looked at the money in his hand and
then back at the dragon. “If you are hungry,”
he said, “I could buy some bread from the bakery. Do you, um, like bread?”
While everyone was talking, the Little Sumo
noticed that the dragon’s huge ginger tail was swishing around. It came quite close to where he was
standing. “Maybe he won’t notice if I
touch it and see if it is very light,, or whether it contains bones,” he
thought.
The Little Sumo reached out a hand and
touched the dragon’s tail. It was
strangely soft and squidgy, like a cake.
“You had better give him the money, Daddy,”
said Mummy. “I don’t want to be eaten.”
“Kraaark!
Yes. You shouldn’t keep a hungry
dragon waiting. Kraaark!” said the
dragon.
The Little Sumo squeezed the tail, trying
to feel for the bones inside. Strangely,
a large piece of the tail broke off just where he was holding it.
“Kraaark!
What are you doing? Kraaark!
Shouted the dragon.
The Little Sumo was now holding a long,
squidgy piece of tail. He peered at it
closely, then put one end of the tail in his mouth and started chewing. His eyes lit up.
“What is it?” said Mummy.
“Gingerbread!” exclaimed the Little Sumo,
happily.
Daddy reached out a hand and touched the
dragon’s wing. A big chunk of the wing
broke off, and he put it in his mouth.
“It’s gingerbread too!” he said.
“K – um - Kraaark! Stay back!
Kraaark!” said the dragon. It
started shuffling backwards, trying to make room for itself to run. Perhaps, thought the Little Sumo, it needed
to build up speed before it could fly away.
But unfortunately for the dragon, it didn’t get far. Mummy broke off a piece of its other wing,
and started munching the gingerbread, and the knight had regained his courage
too, and broke off a piece of the dragon’s body. Suddenly, many of the townsfolk, who had been
hiding behind locked doors came out and started tearing chunks of gingerbread
off the dragon.
“Kraaark!
I need to speak to my lawyer. Um,
krark?”
The gingerbread feast lasted about twenty
minutes. First, the townsfolk finished
off eating the dragon’s tail, then the wings, then the legs, then the body, and
finally the head. Gingerbread has this
effect on people.
Under the gingerbread body, there was a
flying machine, controlled by the town’s baker.
A wire connected a microphone in the body to a speaker in the dragon’s
head.
A policeman came by, eating something. “You’re under arrest!” he said to the baker.
“And you can stop speaking like a parrot!”
said Mummy. “All those Kraaarks are
getting annoying.”
“The Little Sumo looked at what the
policeman was eating. “I spy, with my
little eye, something beginning with D.”
Vocabulary:
hollow – containing an empty space inside
frantically - desperately
“I could swear…” – I am sure…; It really
seems to me that…
to swish – to move with a rushing sound of
air being pushed aside
squidgy – (British English, casual) soft,
spongy and moist]
