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respects, was an awkward traveling companion. If he was happy and wagged his tail, he could knock down a stand of trees quicker than a team of lumberjacks. If he sneezed, telephone poles would be blown over one mile out of camp. Once, when they had settled down less than a mile outside of Saskatoon, Dippy farted. “Pardon me,” he said. But the fact is, he created such a thundering in town that storm warnings went up.
    There was an even bigger problem: satisfying Dippy’s ten-ton appetite.
    For the first few weeks Dippy was content to eat once a day, after dark, chewing his way through a two-acre potato field or an acre of sweet corn. When they moved farther west he would munch through a field of wheat or barley faster than any harvesting machineyet devised by man. He also acquired a taste for apple trees, branches and all, fields of unripe pumpkins, and above all, acres of onions.

    As for Jacob Two-Two, he could always slip into a village and buy fresh supplies for himself in a store, but once he found out about the wanted posters, he realized that he had to be careful. Very careful. Jacob Two-Two first saw the posters pinned to a wall in a convenience store that also served as a post office. When nobody was looking, he pulled the posters free and then took them back to camp to show Dippy.
    “What are we going to do now?” Jacob Two-Two asked, frightened.
    “Don’t ask a prehistoric dunce like me,” Dippy said. “You’re the brains of this outfit.”
    Poor outfit, Jacob Two-Two thought.
    The truth is, Canada’s MOST DANGEROUS DESPERADO AND VICIOUS, VILE DRAGON AT LARGE were being hotly pursued.
    At least once a day a locator airplane wheeled and dipped overhead or a helicopter swooped low over the fields. As soon as they heard an engine in the sky,however, Dippy would lie down, hide Jacob Two-Two under his curling neck, and look for all the world like a huge boulder covered in green moss – or so the most wanted boy and beast in Canada hoped.

CHAPTER 12
    eanwhile, there was trouble in the Dragon-Slayer’s camp.
    “You promised me I was going to be a hero,” Perry Pleaser whined.
    “Don’t worry. They’ll be putting up statues in your honor once we catch them,” Wacko said.
    Yes, said the yes men, and yes, said the yes women, too.
    “But what if they escape?” Perry Pleaser asked.
    “They can’t escape. We’re hot on their trail. All we have to do is follow the ruined fields of potatoes andwheat and onions and we’re bound to catch up with them. Maybe tomorrow.”
    But the next morning there was another problem.
    “I’ve been reading up on Saint George,” Perry Pleaser said. “If he had a sword, why can’t I have one?”
    “Attacking as large a dragon as Dippy with a crummy old sword would be about as effective as pricking your finger with a pin,” Wacko replied.
    Perry Pleaser leaped back from him. “Don’t you dare try it, you bully. I have very sensitive skin. And besides, I still think I deserve a sword. So there!”
    “Look, Pleaser, Saint George would have given his right arm for the kind of dragon-slaying force you command. Tanks and helicopters and heat-seeking missiles and cannons and bombers. We’re going to blast that dippy
Diplodocus
to kingdom come!”
    “What if we kill Jacob Two-Two in the attack?”
    “Then we’ll give him a military funeral. All the trimmings. You’ll look just great weeping over him on TV.”
    Yes, said the yes men, and yes, said the yes women, too.
    “Couldn’t it make me … unpopular?”
    “Think again, Pleaser. Do kids have a vote?”
    “No, but their parents do. Why, I have two kids myself.”
    “Yeah, and what good are they? Tell me, Pleaser, if you come home from an exhausting trip, what is the first thing they ask you?”
    “Did I bring them a present.”
    “And if you bundle them into all their winter clothing and boots and scarves, because they just
have
to play in the snow, what happens five minutes later?”
    “They want to come in