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All this excitement attracted Princess Nyssmah, who was not afraid of Some Sort of Animal in

the closet - especially since she knew exactly re&ch sort of animal was in this closet. The excite-

ment also attracted the King.

The Royal Exterminator knew what to do about mice. He knew what to do about bugs and

snakes and raccoons and all Other Sorts of Animals. But the Royal Exterminator did not know

what to do about a baby dragon in a closet. Princess Nyssmah did.

“Can I keep him?” she asked

The Royal Steward quickly said, “No.”

Princess Nyssmah put on her very best “I Love My Daddy Face” and asked the King, “Can I

keep him, oh Daddy that I love? Pleeease?’

“Of course,” said the Ring. The Royal Steward threw up his arms and shook his head and

rolled his eyes and sighed a long sigh.

N ow that we have begun the story and hatched our baby dragon, it’s time to meet the Knight.

Like all knights, this one started out as a baby boy. When he was born he was a very big baby.

When he was a two-year old, he was a very big two-year old. When he was a four-year old he was

a very big four-year old. And when he was a six-year old, Princess Nyssmah had asked her Daddy,

the King, if she could keep the dragon.

The boy-who-would-become-a-knight’s name was Brophy (with a hard “0’7. Brophy’s dad was

the Royal Champion. The Royal Champion did not like Princess Nyssmah’s baby dragon, because

he thought it was a bad idea to have a dragon in the castle. The Royal Champion knew that baby

dragons grow up to be big dragons, And he knew what big dragons did: big dragons carried away

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