eaten!”
“Have as much as you want. Stuff yourselves, men.”
Bulldog Burke watched as beads of sweat broke out on the forehead of Jacob Two-Two’s father. “Ready to answer our questions now?” he asked, shoving the fragrant platter closer.
“I was ready to answer your questions long ago. After all, Jacob is our son. We all want to find him.”
“A likely story. Read him the facts as we know them, Bailey.”
“According to our information, you smuggled this deadly dragon into the country out of Kenya. But we are assured by our esteemed colleague, Professor Kilowatt, that he stands two stories high and weighs ten tons. How did you sneak him into the country, man? Come clean.”
“I brought Dippy into this country in a cigar box.”
“In a cigar box?”
“Yes.”
“Take us for fools, do you?”
“I’m telling you the truth.”
Turning to the other officers, Bulldog Burke said,“Tell the prime minister this is one tough nut we’re stuck with here. But, by George, we’ll break him yet, or my name isn’t Bulldog Burke. Now, who would like another helping of juicy, tender smoked meat?”
CHAPTER 10
win posters were banged onto post office walls all across the country. One, featuring a picture of Jacob Two-Two, read:
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
CANADA’S MOST DANGEROUS DESPERADO
JACOB TWO-TWO
$1,000,000 REWARD
Then, at the bottom of the poster, in print so small that you needed a magnifying glass to read it:
Due to a shortage of funds, the government of Canada will pay out this reward at the rate of one dollar a year over a million years.
It was signed:
The Right Honorable Perry Pleaser,
Your lovable, huggable Prime Minister
The other poster, featuring a most unflattering drawing of Dippy, read:
VICIOUS, VILE DRAGON AT LARGE
WANTED BY
PERRY PLEASER, THE DRAGON-SLAYER
Distinguishing characteristics:
He’s left-handed and there is a crescent-shaped mole under his right armpit. If in doubt, take his blood pressure. It should read normal.
CHAPTER 11
anada’s MOST DANGEROUS DESPERADO AND VICIOUS, VILE DRAGON AT LARGE had an absolutely wonderful time their first two weeks on the road. Galloping west, they kept to the wilderness, where they saw deer and moose and bears and beavers and hawks. They passed winding rivers and clear lakes and rushing mountain streams and waterfalls. Jacob Two-Two fished for trout and bass and sometimes for the fearsome northern pickerel. Nobody asked him to wash his hands before dinner or told him what time to go to bed or said that it wasn’t good for him to eat a chocolate bar for breakfast. He never had to say thingstwice, because Dippy listened carefully to everything he said the first time.
The most fun of all was camping together at night under the stars. Jacob Two-Two would set up his tent, gather wood for a fire, and prepare his dinner. Sometimes he would fry a freshly caught fish. Other times he would shop for his food in a neighboring village and then toast hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire until his stomach ached.
Late at night, however, Jacob Two-Two sometimes felt lonely and blue. Happily, it turned out that good old Dippy could sing as fine a baritone as any member of the glee club. Dippy’s favorite song, and Jacob Two-Two’s, too, was “A Bicycle Built for Two.”
As darkness fell, Dippy would wind his huge bulk around the tent to protect it from the wind as well as to keep it warm. Then he would curl his long neck so that he could set his head down alongside the fire. Together they would harmonize, belting out:
“
Daisy
,
Daisy
,
give me your answer
,
do
,
I’m half crazy
,
all for the love of you
.
It won’t be a stylish marriage
,
I can’t afford a carriage
,
But you’ll look sweet
,
on the seat
,
Of a bicycle built for two
.”
Dippy’s voice in full flow was very, very loud. When he hit and held a high note, he shattered farm windows three miles away from their camp.
Jacob Two-Two didn’t want to complain, but Dippy, in some
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