Dragon Keepers #3: The Dragon in the Library by Kate Klimo Page B
Authors: Kate Klimo
Tags: Fiction, General, Children's Books, Action & Adventure, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Action & Adventure - General, Magic, Fantasy & Magic, Cousins, Ages 9-12 Fiction, Science Fiction; Fantasy; & Magic, Language Arts & Disciplines, Animals, Children: Grades 4-6, Dragons, Mythical, Body; Mind & Spirit, Animals - Mythical, Magick Studies, Books & Libraries, Libraries, Library & Information Science
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side. "It's light and...poufy."
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"I slept on it funny," Daisy muttered. Then they followed Uncle Joe from room to room as he switched off the other fans and they told him all about the party. He chuckled over Poodles for Pinheads and then asked, "Where are you three gallivanting off to today?"
"After I take a shower and wash my poufy hair, we're going back up to Old Mine Lane," Daisy told him.
Uncle Joe grinned. "That's some place, eh? But I'm not sure how Ms. Huffington will feel about you playing Storm the Castle with her brand-new old home."
"Don't worry. She's too busy bossing the landscapers around to even notice us," Daisy said.
"I bet she's showing them who's Top Dog," Uncle Joe said.
The cousins showered and changed clothes and then went down to the kitchen to make lunch, including the entire package of sliced turkey for Emmy. Then they packed Miss Alodie's tin of Knock-'em, Sock-'em Dog Biscuits, the nearly full thermos of valerian tea, their weird earmuffs, the Toilet Glass, and, most important of all, Daisy's wildflower notebook with the floor plans of the castle inside it.
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After that, they made a quick detour to the Dell to drop off the sphere at the Museum of Magic. While they were disappointed that it was back to being a rust-encrusted sphere, it had certainly proven itself to be even more magical than either of them had ever imagined. On the way to get their bikes, they passed the Rock Shop. Uncle Joe called out to them through the screen, "Have fun storming the castle!"
"We will!" they shouted back as they hopped on their bikes and headed off. This time, Daisy led the way and Jesse rode behind holding onto Emmy's leash. They took care riding through town--which was much more lively now that the heat had broken--then rode up into the foothills of the Hobhorn and down to the dead end of Old Mine Lane. They stashed their bikes in some overgrown lilac bushes there near the turnabout and waded through the weeds toward the wall.
"Okay. What's the plan?" Daisy said.
Jesse took out the wildflower notebook, opened to the plans, and passed it to Daisy. "We find the secret passageway, rescue the professor, and then..." He trailed off.
"Sounds like Storming the Castle to me," said Daisy.
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"More like a stealth storm," Jesse said.
Daisy, studying the plans, tried hard to remember the precise position of the towers behind the plywood walls. She turned slowly and stopped, facing the side of the mountain. "If the towers are lined up the way they were back in the kingdom of Uffington, the outside entrance to the secret passageway should be right about there," she said, pointing to a wall of sheer rock in the side of the hill.
The three of them walked over to the hillside. There they found a neat square hole cut into the rock.
"If I didn't know better," Jesse said, "I'd swear that was a little doggie door."
Daisy nodded. "No way we're going to fit through it."
"So it's probably not the secret passageway," Jesse said.
Emmy lifted her head and barked twice, which meant you've got that right .
Daisy was greatly relieved. She hated the idea of crawling into a dark hole, the way they had done the day they had discovered the door in the earth near the barn.
"Okay, now what?" Jesse said.
"Any ideas, Emmy?" Daisy asked.
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Perhaps because it wasn't a question that had a one-bark or two-bark answer, Emmy unmasked. Daisy stole a quick look around to make sure they were alone.
Emmy said, "Maybe when the Slayer had this place built, he changed the location of the entrance to the secret passage."
"Okay," said Jesse, "so we circle the plywood fence until we find it."
"Plan!" said Daisy. "And if someone comes, Emmy, mask quickly."
"Quick as a lightning bolt!" Emmy assured her.
Three abreast and spaced widely apart, they proceeded to move in a slow circle around the plywood fence. They came upon an old unicycle with a flat tire, a crumpled shopping cart, an ancient icebox, the long front seat of an old
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"I slept on it funny," Daisy muttered. Then they followed Uncle Joe from room to room as he switched off the other fans and they told him all about the party. He chuckled over Poodles for Pinheads and then asked, "Where are you three gallivanting off to today?"
"After I take a shower and wash my poufy hair, we're going back up to Old Mine Lane," Daisy told him.
Uncle Joe grinned. "That's some place, eh? But I'm not sure how Ms. Huffington will feel about you playing Storm the Castle with her brand-new old home."
"Don't worry. She's too busy bossing the landscapers around to even notice us," Daisy said.
"I bet she's showing them who's Top Dog," Uncle Joe said.
The cousins showered and changed clothes and then went down to the kitchen to make lunch, including the entire package of sliced turkey for Emmy. Then they packed Miss Alodie's tin of Knock-'em, Sock-'em Dog Biscuits, the nearly full thermos of valerian tea, their weird earmuffs, the Toilet Glass, and, most important of all, Daisy's wildflower notebook with the floor plans of the castle inside it.
135
After that, they made a quick detour to the Dell to drop off the sphere at the Museum of Magic. While they were disappointed that it was back to being a rust-encrusted sphere, it had certainly proven itself to be even more magical than either of them had ever imagined. On the way to get their bikes, they passed the Rock Shop. Uncle Joe called out to them through the screen, "Have fun storming the castle!"
"We will!" they shouted back as they hopped on their bikes and headed off. This time, Daisy led the way and Jesse rode behind holding onto Emmy's leash. They took care riding through town--which was much more lively now that the heat had broken--then rode up into the foothills of the Hobhorn and down to the dead end of Old Mine Lane. They stashed their bikes in some overgrown lilac bushes there near the turnabout and waded through the weeds toward the wall.
"Okay. What's the plan?" Daisy said.
Jesse took out the wildflower notebook, opened to the plans, and passed it to Daisy. "We find the secret passageway, rescue the professor, and then..." He trailed off.
"Sounds like Storming the Castle to me," said Daisy.
136
"More like a stealth storm," Jesse said.
Daisy, studying the plans, tried hard to remember the precise position of the towers behind the plywood walls. She turned slowly and stopped, facing the side of the mountain. "If the towers are lined up the way they were back in the kingdom of Uffington, the outside entrance to the secret passageway should be right about there," she said, pointing to a wall of sheer rock in the side of the hill.
The three of them walked over to the hillside. There they found a neat square hole cut into the rock.
"If I didn't know better," Jesse said, "I'd swear that was a little doggie door."
Daisy nodded. "No way we're going to fit through it."
"So it's probably not the secret passageway," Jesse said.
Emmy lifted her head and barked twice, which meant you've got that right .
Daisy was greatly relieved. She hated the idea of crawling into a dark hole, the way they had done the day they had discovered the door in the earth near the barn.
"Okay, now what?" Jesse said.
"Any ideas, Emmy?" Daisy asked.
137
Perhaps because it wasn't a question that had a one-bark or two-bark answer, Emmy unmasked. Daisy stole a quick look around to make sure they were alone.
Emmy said, "Maybe when the Slayer had this place built, he changed the location of the entrance to the secret passage."
"Okay," said Jesse, "so we circle the plywood fence until we find it."
"Plan!" said Daisy. "And if someone comes, Emmy, mask quickly."
"Quick as a lightning bolt!" Emmy assured her.
Three abreast and spaced widely apart, they proceeded to move in a slow circle around the plywood fence. They came upon an old unicycle with a flat tire, a crumpled shopping cart, an ancient icebox, the long front seat of an old
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