Anneâs right leg, walking swiftly in single file, and Anne watched them in some alarm. She did not want them climbing over her lunch while she tried to eat it.
âGo back,â she said. âThe dragonâs going to be down by my right knee.â
âWhat was that?â Marlene whispered nervously as she followed the other two up the slant of Anneâs thigh.
âJust thunder. Weâre always hearing it,â said Enna Hittims. âDonât whinge, Marlene.â
The three heroes stood in a row with their chins on the edge of the lunch tray.
âWell, how about that!â said Enna Hittims. She pointed to the plate of macaroni cheese. âThat hill of hot pipesâdo you think itâs an installation of some kind?â
âThere could be a baby dragon in each pipe,â Marlene suggested.
âWhat are those shiny things?â Spike wondered, pointing at the knife, fork, and spoon.
âSilver bars,â Enna Hittims said. âWeâll have to find an elephant and tow them away. This must be the dragonâs lair. But whatâs that?â
The three heroes stared at the bowl of stewed apple.
âPale yellow slush,â said Spike, âwith a sour smell. Dragon sick?â
âIt could be some kind of gold mulch,â Marlene said doubtfully. She looked carefully across the tray, searching for some clue. Her eyes went on, up the hill of Anneâs body beyond. She jumped and clutched Spikeâs sleeve. âLook!â she whispered. âUp there!â
Spike looked. He turned quietly to Enna Hittims. âLook up, but donât be too obvious about it,â he murmured. âIsnât that a giant face up there?â
Enna Hittims glanced up. She nodded. âRight. Very big and purple, with little, piggy eyes. Itâs some kind of giant. Weâll have to kill it.â
âNow look hereââ Anne called out.
But the three heroes took her voice for thunder, just as they always did. Enna Hittims went on briskly laying her plans. âMarlene and Spike, you go around the tableland, one on each side, and climb up its hair. Swing over when youâre above the nose and stab an eye each. Iâll go in over the middle and see if I can cut its fat throat.â Spike and Marlene nodded and raced away around the edges of the tray.
Anne did not wait to see if the plan worked. She picked up the tray and pushed it on top of her bedside cupboard. Then she scrambled out of bed as fast as she could go. This of course changed the landscape completely, toppling all three heroes over and burying them under mountains of sheet and blanket. Anne hoped that had done for them. It ought to have done, since they were only part of her imagination.
To give them time to smother, or vanish, or something, Anne went down to the kitchen and got herself a glass of milk. She looked for Tibby to give her some milk, too, but Tibby seemed to have gone out through her cat flap. She went back to her bedroom, hoping the heroes had gone.
They were still there. Spike was up on her pillow, whirling his spike around his head on the end of a rope. He let it fly just as Anne came in, and it stuck firmly into the edge of the tray. It was a tin tray, but the spike was magic, of course, and would stick into anything Spike wanted it to. Spike, Enna Hittims, and Marlene all took hold of the rope and heaved. The tray slid. It tipped.
âNo, stop!â Anne said weakly. She had not balanced the tray properly in her hurry.
One end of the tray came down into the bed. Down slid the macaroni cheese, and down slid the stewed apple after it. The heroes saw it coming. They leaped expertly for safety up on the pillows. They were used to this kind of thing. While Anne was still staring at macaroni and apple soaking into her sheets, Spike was dashing down and rescuing his spike.
Enna Hittims walked around the marsh of stewed apple and sliced at a macaroni tube with her sword.
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations