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Whoa,

the bumpy dick toad.

Stabish elbows.

Exceedingly hot behind your part.

Gum, gulp, and swallow anything it can catch. Whoa!

Never knew a dig toad would be that big.

A basil dove.

Cute, wary look in the eye.

Stenchy.

that thing? The toothy cow. It uses its long tail to distract its prey with its

bouncing. Yeah, its toothiness is hideous and most dreadfully deadly.

And its bulbous eyes disorient hapless travelers with its crazed and malicious

gleam.

Malicious gleam? Does that mean you can eat it?

Yuck!

stuck up here for the rest of our lives.

Wait, what did Toothy count?

Well, Pembroke's Creaturepedia says they'll eat people.

Pricklethorns, Weeblins, Glipfruit.

Glipfruit? Glipfruit.

I'll throw it farther.

Whoa. You know how much trouble you'll be in if you're caught with that? More

trouble than being trapped up in a tree by a doofy cow.

Good point.

Just try to get it into the woods.

No.

You better leave the bow.

Lily girl, how about something with a little more giddy -up?

Like a pirate chanting?

Maybe the one about Squid Valley the Wild?

Aye, that's perfect.

Uh -oh.

I'm going to get Samworth Wraps.

Oh, for the last time, I have anything.

Straight off the cliff. A lot of them. Grandpa.

Fine. I'll let them live.

Barely. I'll help you bag them.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Missed one.

Not with you around, we didn't. I'd love to have an actual potato harvest this

year. I hope you get all of them this time.

We will, Mama.

Up, boys.

You're on dinner duty. Okay, super tasty. All right, we'll go wash up.

Got him.

For what we receive from the maker, may we be truly grateful.

We are.

Let's eat.

Buzzard Willie says he spotted a toothy cow room in the forest edge.

You boys keep a keen eye out.

Yes, sir.

Everyone excited for the festival tomorrow? Dragon Day. I can't wait for

Sacky Tack races.

And Handy Ball. I can't wait to hear the dragons sing.

Their songs make me feel so...

Dragon Song's filled people with many feelings, sweetie. A lot of hubbub over

nothing, Dragon State.

Jenner, did you return it like I asked? Well, I meant to.

It's all right, lad.

I'll deal with him.

You, Igby.

Helmer, Igby.

are my kin.

You didn't turn in the hacker.

Second weapon's violation,

you sleaze.

Apologies, masters.

One weapon, formerly known as a garden hoe.

I'd love to slap shacks on you, but then Slarby'd have to drag that belly band

to jail.

He's a real plumber, all right.

You lose tool boy privileges for a month, another violation, and it's the

carriage for you.

Scribble your name.

Don't hurt him! I'll show you a real pair of visors.

Anything else?

Master Fang.

Slard, leave the big piggies in their filthy muck.

Rand Blaggis now.

I bet that I'll win the blue ribbon tomorrow in the Hop Hop Squat Hop Run

I wonder what weird creatures the Menagerie Master will have this year.

Maybe he'll have baby Nick Buzzards.

And after I win, I'm gonna eat a whole gumpkin pie. You do remember there's a

limit to sweets, right? Not on Dragon Day there isn't. We can do whatever we

want. Not whatever, Kelmar.

Here are your outfits.

Mom, I can't even run in those.

Please, not the vest.

Everyone dresses up for Dragon Day.

I like the vest.

You just want Sarah Cobbler to see you looking all fancy.

Oh, will she be there?

Dragon Day may be a day when folks try to forget about fangs.

But it doesn't mean the fangs forget about us. Have fun, but no shenanigans.

Remember,

you're responsible for Lily and Tink tomorrow.

I know.

Can't I ever have a dragon do just to myself?

Hey, someday.

But then, maybe you'll miss it.

Good night, boys.

First thing I'm getting is blueberry gooey balls.

Lots of them. Maybe they'll have plum and fluffins again.

First thing we'll do is return these to books and crannies. I am not lugging

them around all day. Right, because we really need more practice returning

things. Like garden hose?

Ink, don't. Does it have to be next to me?

We'll all be smelling it.

What are the rules when you're in town?

Dig together.

Be polite.

When things are bad, stay out of sight.

Now can we go? Yes, we can go.

Just a moment.

Shiny.

That neck's silver, too.

But it was my grandmother.

So slimy. I mixed in a few more rat tails than last time, and I dusted the

spider eggs with hog pig dandruff. Your squirmy's got the most blumpery pop.

If you wasn't a people, I'd have most liked...

business at the Gunkels. I'll find you later on the green. Hey, good luck

keeping an eye on your brother.

Tank!

Oh, hey, Sarah.

Oh, happy Dragon Day.

Oh, I like your vest, Danner. And I like your flowers, Lee.

How does it look? I think it looks beautiful.

Don't you?

Um, great.

It looks great.

Volume 13, you got it? Oh, have you read it?

No. I heard it has fire ivy in it, though. I just got to that chapter. Did

know dragon mold can eat it? It doesn't burn them? It's in Pembroke's

Creaturepedia. Janner memorized the whole book.

I'll have to read that. Can we please...

Sing, Spiver, for the gentleman.

Oh, I say, chunchi.

So, Shaggy, what's the news?

News? Well, it's our ninth Dragon Day under the slimy boots of these fangs.

And I'm feeling it in me creaky knees, mostly.

Barely rolled out of bed this morning. I meant news from the world.

Ah, I've heard things, Poto.

Dark things.

Dark how?

Dark like ships with black sails going into the Foo Islands.

Dark like trolls on the move in the Leonard Woodlands.

Heading north.

Rumour is Black Harris took three children in Dogtown last month.

They're taking children now?

When does this nightmare end?

No one can fight the thing.

No one can?

Or no one will?

Well... I mean... It ends when someone finds the spine to do something about

That's when. And where's your spine, old -timer?

Keeping me upright.

Mr. Ateep!

Loozab! Loozab!

Oh, he eager breathed. He was so polite and generous.

Want a race?

Oh, Jana, my boy, as the great poet and not -so -great circus performer Adderley

Flameswallow said, I could maybe use some help. Oh, well, I can come back

tomorrow. We're kind of in a hurry to get to Dragon Day. Dragon Day, exactly.

I'm putting these books in the window to sell to festival goers, all of them

about Sea Dragon. Do any of them say why Dragon Song makes people act so... Odd,

silly, discombobulated? Oh, yeah.

Mayor Blaggis couldn't stop crying for a week.

Oh, not only that. He was so deeply moved by the song, he promised to never

again pick his nose in public.

I'm pretty sure that didn't work. He made it almost five minutes.

Sadly, the mysteries of Dragonsong have never been fully explained.

Ah, now, here's a rare copy of a masterwork by Dimble the Chomped.

In it, he catalogues more than 720 distinct odours present in dragon

Burnt pudding, troll wax, thwap, burps. Why is he called Dimble the Chump? My

boy, consider the necessary proximity of Dimble's nose to the subjects of his

research, and let your imagination work it out.

I'll see you soon, Mr. Bertie.

Ah, well, here we have Spawley Tortnow says 1 ,001 things I was surprised to

a dragon eat.

I believe Dimble the Charmed was number 411.

Oh, well, as Klimby Bunting said, goodbye then, my young informal

Peggy Feather, hello?

folk of Scree, welcome to Glipwood's annual Dragon Day.

We are truly indebted to our brave and magnanimous hosts whose presence here is

ever present.

I would particularly like to acknowledge Commander Norn. Where is he?

There he is.

Thank you for your generosity in allowing us this one day of...

Gladys' celebration and remembrance of our storied history, up to and including

our liberation at the hands, uh, claws of the Fangs, whose guidance and order

have forever changed our lives into something so very, very different from

what they once were.

Well,

anyway, may I present a favorite of town near and...

The one and only Armalyn the Bard.

My, don't you all look beautiful.

Well, most of you anyway.

Fangs are ugly.

Can you see

the half moon rising from the sea so...

Lies an island on the tide Where the land was fair

and plenty And the queen was fairer still

And she walked beside her noble king On the

green of risen hill Did you see

I heard the carriage took your husband.

Why are you here?

I brought you a warm quilt and a fresh loaf of butter bread.

Bread?

Polly, it's wrong that they took Tom.

This shouldn't happen.

I want you to know that you're not alone.

Spark Powder, we've got enough to set off a pop rocket. Whoa!

Come on!

Hey, Tink, give me another bite of that berry bun.

Lily, stay here till I get back.

Tink!

You can't just run off.

They've got a pop rocket!

Really?

But we can't do anything to get in trouble.

Then let's not get caught.

That's not what I meant. When you ran off, I had to leave Lily alone listening

to the songs. What songs?

Lily?

Lily!

Hello, little princess.

Hi. I liked your song.

Why, thank you.

I like your dog.

It made me want to laugh and sing and cry all at the same time.

Well, there can be a kind of magic in music.

I don't think there's any magic in my music.

What's your secret?

It's like that sometimes for me, too.

Other times, something happens, something I can't explain.

Some songs can make you homesick, even when you're right at home.

I'm so sorry.

Well, till we meet again, then.

Papa? Have you seen the children?

I'm sure Janner's got them.

I'm going to check Dunn's green.

Aye, that's surely where they'll be.

Me, I'm getting home, before I have to listen to them dragons sing.

Where'd she go?

Listen.

Nugget.

Your bones are crowned.

Hey! Oh, okay.

Take it easy.

Skin those rumps alive.

Those piggies are igabees.

Igabees? Piggabees? I'm tossing them to the dragons.

Try it. A normal flayer scales before moonrise. Norm, don't give a rockroach

poop about any snot drippers.

Just in that the igabee man bakes the best maggot loaf in Glipwood.

You come between that maggot loaf and Norm's gut and he'll snap your fangs off

and feed them to you.

Now look at you, Private.

Ruined your duds with your own slobby dribble. Go change your sodding uniform

and report for duty.

Scared by a googly and spewed himself silly.

Wait till the troops hear about this one.

Are you hurt? Mm -hmm. What about your leg?

Nope. Can you believe we fought a fang? We fought a fang!

Oh, we're in so much trouble.

Hey, look!

Whoa. Down there!

The dragon.

We have to get out of sight.

Now! We can't skip the dragons. It's the best part. Mom put me in charge, and I

say we're going home.

Lily, what are you doing?

Oh.

Enough. It's time to go.

Now.

Now what in the great goblin grizzle fins happened here? You should have seen

it. Lili kicked a fang. Then we all fought him. I even got him with the

trick. And Lili can sing with sea dragons. Dragons?

Now, slow your tongue, boy. What? Like we talked about, Papa.

Batten the hatches.

Aye, batten the hatches.

Lily, get inside and help your ma.

Tink, close up the shutters.

Tanner, help me get some things from the barn.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what else to do.

You can't be two places at once.

You defended your sister and all three of your home safe.

Tonight, that's all that matters.

What is it?

I heard them, Grandpa.

I heard a dragon speaking.

I understood the words.

How?

Speaking, eh?

Huh.

Come on. Let's get to work.

quiet out there.

What should we do, Papa?

The sea dragons will be gone south tomorrow.

We lie low for a few days and hope that the fangs go back to their muck.

Oi,

slar! Get up!

The Black Carriage is here.

We got a fresh batch of nasties to process.

Dark in the deep Down beneath the earth you go

Go, O Lord, and fast to sleep Fast to

sleep Fast to sleep

Dark, O Lord, in the deep

Raise the rock where you can fall.

Goodbye.