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He chuckled at his joke.
    Suddenly, the sky grew darker and darker. And yes, Wiglaf definitely smelled smoke.
    “Snagglefahng is upon is!” cried Torblad.
    “Oh, too bad. Guess we don’t have time for a warm-up today,” said Coach, speaking very quickly now. “We’ll go straight to the basic thrust-and-stab. Hold your sword by the handle. Step forward with your left foot, pull back your right arm, and plunge your sword right into the dragon’s gut.”
    Smoke filled the air now. Wiglaf’s eyes stung.
    “If you’re a lefty,” Coach said quickly, “turn it all around. Questions? No? You’re ready, ladies!” He began backing toward the castle. “Go get that dragon! Best of luck! Tah-tah!” He gave the princesses two thumbs up. “I’ll be watching from inside!” Then he turned and ran into the castle.

Chapter 9
    W orm bounced over to Wiglaf. “Runnnn, Mommmmy!” he cried. “Hiidddde!” Then he spread his wings and flew over the castle wall.
    “Be safe, Worm!” Wiglaf whispered.
    The smoke was thick now. Over the thumping of his terrified heart, Wiglaf heard the whoosh of wings. Not pipling wings. Huge wings. Snagglefahng wings.
    THUD!
    The ground shuddered as if from an earthquake as the dragon landed.
    The smoke began to clear. Slowly, a huge dragon came into view. Snagglefahng stood near a practice dragon. He was ghostly pale. He smiled a fang-filled smile. Where did those teeth come from? Wiglaf wondered.
    “Line up for battle!” ordered Erica.
    All the Class I dragon slayers lined up behind her. Wiglaf was still coughing from the dragon smoke.
    Snagglefahng puffed a small cloud of blue smoke from the horn on his head. He squinted at the DSA students before him.
    “WHERE ITH BROTHER DAVE?” the dragon lisped. “DRAT THETH FALSE FANGTHS.” He reached into his mouth and adjusted his teeth. “I WANT TO THPEAK TO HIM. NOW!”
    “Be gone, dragon!” Erica shouted.
    “Right!” shouted Wiglaf. “Leave Brother Dave alone!”
    Angry black smoke poured from the horn now. “I HAVE WAITED YEARTH,” he whined. “I AM THICK OF WAITING!”
    The dragon reared up on his hind legs and belched. Flames spurted from his mouth.
    “Dragon slayers, get ready,” said Erica.
    Old Class I students drew their swords. The princesses watched and then did the same.
    “We’re ready!” shouted Gwen.
    “Get set!” cried Erica.
    They pointed their swords at the dragon. “We’re set!” shouted Janice.
    “Charge!” cried Erica.
    They all ran toward the dragon.
    Suddenly, a brown-robed figure darted between the dragon and the charging mob.
    “Fighteth not!” he cried. “I surrendereth!”
    Erica and her troops stopped.
    Snagglefahng broke into a grin. “THO, WE MEET AGAIN, LITTLE BROTHER,” he said.
    “So we do,” said Brother Dave calmly.
    “Run away, Brother Dave!” Wiglaf shouted. “Now!”
    “DON’T LITHEN TO HIM,” said Snagglefahng. He waggled a long, curved, sharply pointed claw at the monk. “COME CLOTHER.”
    Brother Dave walked boldly forward.
    In a flash, Snagglefahng hooked the claw under Brother Dave’s rope belt.
    “THAT’TH BETTER!” cried Snagglefahng as he dangled Brother Dave from his claw.
    Wiglaf’s heart sank. Poor Brother Dave!
    Snagglefahng turned to the future dragon slayers. “THTAY WHERE YOU ARE AND NO ONE GETTH FLAMED.”
    Swinging from the dragon’s claw, Brother Dave said, “I—I never meant to harmeth thee.”
    “HARMETH THEE?” The dragon’s eyes narrowed. “ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF THE WAY I THPEAK?”
    “No,” said Brother Dave. “Little Brothers of the Peanut Brittle all speaketh like this.”
    “BRITTLE!” cried Snagglefahng. “YOUR BRITTLE WATH HARD ATH A BRICK!”
    “I knoweth,” said Brother Dave. “And for that I am truly sorry.”

    “WHY THORRY?” Snagglefahng drew the little monk very close to his scaly face.
    “Sorry…the brittle…broketh your…fangs!” squeaked the monk.
    Wiglaf heard the sound of wings behind him. Then over the