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practice dragon, Wiglaf ran to the henhouse. Perhaps his pig, Daisy, had seen Worm.
    â€œIglaf-way!”
cried Daisy when she saw him.
“Id-day ou-yay ind-fay Orm-way?”
    â€œNo,” said Wiglaf. “I was hoping he was here at school.”
    Daisy shook her head.
    â€œWoe is me!” cried Wiglaf. “Where can that dragon be?”
    â€œOrm-way ill-way ow-hay up-ay,”
said Daisy.
    Wiglaf sighed. Then he told Daisy how a minstrel told him he was not who he seemed to be, how they had nearly been eaten by trolls, and how a dragon had flown them back to DSA.
    As he walked slowly back to his friends across the castle yard, Wiglaf spied two student teachers carrying what looked like a roulette wheel, and now he wanted to know: What
was
happening at DSA?

    The next morning at sun up, Frypot banged his soup ladle on his frying pan: BONG! BONG! BONG!
    â€œUp and at ’em, lads!” cried the cook. “The black bread mold is spreading faster than usual this morning, so get your breakfast, quick!”
    The questers rolled up their blankets and hurried to the dining hall. Another new sign greeted them above the doorway:
    WINDS OF FORTUNE DINING ROOM
    â€œThis gets weirder and weirder!” said Janice happily as she went through the line.
    The questers hadn’t eaten since they were flies buzzing around Angus’s stash, so they ate every bite of their eel and moldy bread.
    Then Wiglaf turned to Angus. “Let us try to sneak up to the library now,” he whispered. “Brother Dave may have some news of Worm.”
    Without being noticed, the two lads left the dining hall and raced up the 427 steps of the library tower. After all their hard questing, Angus wasn’t even out of breath.
    â€œBrother Dave?” called Wiglaf as he walked into the book-filled room.
    â€œAh, lads!” said the little monk, coming out to meet them. “I canst telleth from thine faces that thou didst not findeth Worm.”
    â€œNo,” Wiglaf said sadly. “And you haven’t heard from him?”
    Brother Dave shook his head. “Do not giveth up hope, lads,” he said. “I knowest thy Worm shalt come back to thee soon.”
    Angus peered out through a slit in the castle wall.
    â€œThere are crazy signs all over the place,” he said. “Listen to this:
Try-Your-Luck Ball Toss, two cents. Guess How Many Jelly Worms in the Jar, two cents. Mordie Guesses Your Weight, three cents. If he’s wrong, you win a brand-new penny!”
He turned toward the monk. “What is Uncle Mordred up to?”
    â€œI knoweth not,” said Brother Dave. “Yet he hast turneth yon classrooms into gaming parlors. And he hast sent all thine teachers off to Cheatin’ Charlie’s School of Card Dealing.” The little monk shrugged. “So long as thou art here, lads, why not checketh out some books?”
    Wiglaf picked
The Big Surprise
by Omar Gosh. Angus chose
The Amazing Sandwich
by Gladys Lunchtime. Then the lads went back down the 427 steps straight to Frypot, who handed them each a scrub brush. For the rest of the day, they scrubbed writing off the privy walls.
    Angus scrubbed off
Mordred sleeps with a teddy bear!
and
Mordred’s pajamas have a butt fl
ap!
    â€œBoth true,” said Angus as he dipped his scrub brush into the suds.
    As Wiglaf scrubbed off
Mordred smells like old beans!,
he caught sight of the headmaster hurrying down a hallway. Count Moneypots, Lady Drippingwealth, and Sir Fuzzydice were with him. Wiglaf thought he had never seen Mordred so happy.

    That evening in the Winds of Fortune Dining Room, Frypot called, “All stand for the headmaster!”
    Everyone popped up and Mordred swept in. His violet eyes sparkled as he made his way to the head table. Lady Drippingwealth, Count Moneypots, and Sir Fuzzydice trailed behind him and sat down.
    Mordred remained standing. “Tomorrow,” he bellowed, “is Graduation Day at