Dragon Danger / Grasshopper Glue

Dragon Danger / Grasshopper Glue
Scoular Anderson

Two magical books in one about the naughty, fun-loving little wizard.In ‘Dragon Danger’, a big, bad dragon is coming to attack Wizard Cottage, and only Odds-and-Ends, Freddy Frogpurse's little house dragon, stands between the angry fire-breather and all of Freddy's magic potions. How are they going to stop it?In ‘Grasshopper Glue’, Freddy Frogpurse receives a parcel in the post from Great uncle Sneezer. It contains a jar that says "Do Not Open". Surely it can't hurt to take one little peek…? Inside is a very angry girl wizard called Jakaranda, sent on a mission to rescue the Wand of Wikslug from the evil Wizard Beetleboot.

Dragon Danger

and Grasshopper Glue

Scoular Anderson

Contents

Cover (#u3efdba8d-347f-5d63-a702-a97c5e28227a)

Title Page (#ue8f097a4-25a1-55bb-a2d0-b98101b19a97)

Dragon Danger (#ulink_53075250-641a-5187-925c-ab9891c70f42)

Chapter One (#ulink_3466ab13-e687-5e2e-9a18-ae18b80f1224)

Chapter Two (#ulink_2d2d4af7-2b5c-55c6-91e5-a5914c81aa13)

Chapter Three (#ulink_88a64234-4b67-56ee-ab79-46250d61aaf7)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Grasshopper Glue (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Dragon Danger (#ulink_42ba28e2-de87-5991-a99b-7dd4d4d1359e)

To Isla and Ewan

Chapter One (#ulink_2b85f025-93df-5680-af6d-250c42524560)

Near the little village of Muddling, at the very end of Lumpy Lane, was a very strange house. Sometimes there were spots on the roof and sometimes there were stripes. Sometimes the walls were green and sometimes they changed to blue. For this was a wizard’s house and it was a magical place to live.

The wizard was in the wizard room where all the magic books and potions were kept. He was a young wizard called Freddy Frogpurse and he was sitting on the edge of the table, dangling his legs.

“Now!” Freddy shouted.

At that moment, a leather ball stuffed with feathers dropped down in front of Freddy from the ceiling. With a skilful flick of his foot, he sent the ball whizzing across the room. It hit the middle of the door with a loud

“GOAL!” shouted Freddy. “That’s fifteen goals and only two misses so far!”

The ball slowly floated up from the floor to the ceiling. It drifted across the room towards Freddy then stopped just above his head.

“Now!” Freddy shouted again.

The ball dropped. Freddy kicked. The ball shot towards the door, but this time the door opened suddenly. There was a thump, a squeak and a cloud of black smoke.

Freddy leapt off the table.

“Odds! Are you hurt?”

He bent down and lifted the ball from the floor. Underneath was a small dragon.

Freddy carefully picked up the little creature.

“I’m really sorry, Odds!” said Freddy. “I was just—”

The dragon struggled free. He rattled his scales angrily and blew another puff of black smoke through his nostrils.

“Master Freddy!” said the dragon. “This is not the proper behaviour for a wizard!”

The dragon was called Odds-and-Ends and he was the house dragon of Wizard Cottage. The cottage belonged to a very grand wizard called Doctor Sneezer Frogpurse.

He had gone off on a World Wide Wizard Walk and had left his great nephew Freddy to look after his house.

“Master Freddy!” snapped the little dragon. “May I remind you that you are supposed to be learning about magic so you can become a clever wizard like your Great Uncle!”

Freddy pointed to the leather ball.

“Don’t you think the spell I put on my football was clever?” he said. “It means I can practise when it’s wet outside.”

“That’s not proper magic,” snapped the dragon. “That’s just silly nonsense. I think you ought to get back to your books, Master Freddy.”

Freddy heaved a sigh. “You’re right, Odds.” He turned and went to the bookshelves, which stretched right up to the ceiling. He pulled a huge book from a shelf and laid it on the table.

“That’s better,” said Odds-and-Ends. He turned and flew out of the room, blowing one last, angry smoke ring.