Nathan Reed – Brewing Up (страница 2)

The dragon turned around, revealing a long mournful face and surprisingly bushy eyebrows. “You can have all the scales you want, Miss,” she sniffed, “and if you can Spell me out of here, I’ll tell you where you can get some Dragons’ Teeth for nothing as well. I know you witches like a good supply of those.”

“I’m only a witch-in-training,” said Jessica, stuffing as many of the dragon’s scales as she could into her saddlebag, “but I’ll see what I can do.” She took out her wand and waved it about. “This should work.

“With a wave of my wand, da-da.

A bang of my heels, bang-bang,

With a gnash of my teeth, clang-clang,

Three bats of my eyelids and a wink,

Your bottom will begin to shrink –

I think.”

The dragon’s bottom stopped thrashing around. Little by little, it began to shrink.

“Hey, steady on,” said the dragon with a loud snort. “I don’t want to be too bony. I’ve got to sleep on a lot of sharp metal objects. You don’t want to be too thin if you live in a cold cave on top of a hoard of gold, you know.”

“Right,” said Jessica, with a giggle. “That should be enough.”

With one final wriggle, the dragon was FREE. She flew off with her cheeks ablaze, snorting embarrassed plumes of smoke.

“Hang on,” shouted Jessica, “what about the Dragons’ Teeth?”

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