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Perhaps the dragon was just being protective of Nyssmah.” The Royal Champion began to protest,

but the King waved him off.

“Please try to be more careful,” said the King.

Princess Nyssmah said, “I shall be careful, father.”

Brophy was upset that his plan did not work. So like all little boys, he tried it again. He bit his

hand once more and told his father once more, who told the King once more, that the dragon had

bitten him. And once again, Princess Nyssmah was told to be more careful, but the dragon was

allowed to stay in the castle. Then Brophy thought up a different plan.

The dragon had learned to breathe fire. It is far Too Complicated to explain why dragons can

breathe fire while boys and girls cannot, so this story will not try to explain how fire-breathing

works. But the fact that Princess Nyssmah’s dragon can breathe fire gave Brophy an idea. It was a

rotten idea. It was a really rotten idea. It was such a rotten idea, in fact, that when Brophy thought

of it, his eyes turned from blue to brown -just for an instant.

Brophy went in to Princess Nyssmah’s room and set fire to her dollhouse. Then he ran up to

the Royal Steward and yelled, “Fire! Fire! The dragon has set fire to the Princess’ room!” I told

you it was a rotten idea!

This plan worked. The King did not mind so much that the dragon was biting Brophy.

(Remember, no one else knew that Brophy was biting himself.) The King was actually pleased that

the dragon was protecting his daughter. But a fire-breathing dragon was a dangerous thing to have

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