his balding head. Fliss takes the last slice of toast from the rack and begins to butter it. Her knife makes a scratchy sound on the toast. The
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is lowered slightly. Her father glares at her over the top of it. He doesnât say anything. He doesnât need to. âSorry,â murmurs Fliss. She butters more quietly. The
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rises to its former position. Silence, which Mr Morgan breaks with a scornful laugh. His wife and daughter glance up, waiting to know whatâs funny. Without lowering the paper, Mr Morgan begins to read aloud. Flisswonders how he knows theyâre listening.
âPark Keeper Percy Waterhouse called the police on Sunday morning when he found his formerly beautiful garden had been wrecked in the night. When the constabulary arrived at the scene, huge reptilian footprints were found all over the Keeperâs tulip beds. A veterinarian who examined the prints dismissed them as a hoax, and a police spokesman told our reporter, âWe donât get a lot of large reptiles in Elsworth.â However, when our reporter spoke with Mr Ronnie Millhouse, a resident of the park, Mr Millhouse claimed to have seen a large dragon there only a few nights ago. Most people would doubtless be inclined to discount this evidence, but before doing so they ought perhaps to consider the following: Elsworth once played host to a very large reptile indeed. This reptile was no hoax â it ate people. The beast was never killed â it was simply banished to the fen. This was exactly one thousand years ago. This week the people of Elsworth are celebrating its banishment.
Prematurelyâ?â
Mr Morgan stops reading. The silence lasts several seconds.
âGo on,â says Mrs Morgan.
âThatâs it,â her husband tells her. âThereâs no more.â
âWhat an odd story,â says Mrs Morgan.
âDamned silly if you ask me,â growls Mr Morgan. They both chuckle.
Fliss does not.
Because of the impromptu run-through for the vicar on Monday, Tuesdayâs rehearsal was cancelled. Fliss was glad. She couldnât get the
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story out of her head. Common sense told her that Gary and the others must have been on the rampage again, but would they dare do such a dreadful thing? And what about the prints? How had they managed those? She longed to ask Lisa but knew she mustnât. Lisa wouldnât tell her anyway. From time to time during that seemingly endless day she watched Lisa and the other three, hoping theyâd give themselves away by some word or expression but, though the dragon story was the chief topic of playground conversation, she detected nothing which might indicate their guilt in the affair. She discussed it at lunchtime with Vicky, who said it couldnât have been them â the footprints would have been far too difficult to fake.
Nevertheless, Fliss worried. She worried all day at school, and all evening, moping around at home. Finally, at nine oâclock, she could stand itno longer. She should have been thinking about going to bed, but she knew she wouldnât sleep till she knew what had happened Saturday night in the park. Her parents exchanged glances when their daughter announced that she fancied a pizza takeaway and got into her jacket, but the takeaway was only round the corner. âDonât be long, dear,â was all her mother said, and her father chipped in with, âAnd donât talk to any strange men.â
She reached Trotâs gateway and hesitated. Suppose Trot and the others werenât here? She knew they met most evenings, but maybe not tonight. Well, she told herself, if theyâre not here Iâll knock on the door and ask to see Trot. Iâll tackle him head on â ask him straight out whether he and the others wrecked the Keeperâs flowers, and how they made the prints. It might even be easier if heâs by himself. Iâll swear not to tell on them, if only heâll set my mind at
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