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right. Whether you’re fixing up your hovel, cottage, or castle, you’ve come to the right spot!”
    â€œGood sir,” said Erica, “we were told that dragons gather in this cave.”
    â€œThey did, lass,” said Alfgar. “But the dragons flew off a few weeks ago, and there was no sense in letting twenty-five thousand square feet of space go to waste, so…” He raised a hand toward the sign that said: LAIR SHOPPING CAVE .
    â€œWhere did the dragons go?” cried Wiglaf.
    â€œWho knows?” said Alfgar.
    Wiglaf groaned. They had marched through rain and mud. Sticker bushes had scratched them. They’d nearly been eaten by trolls! And here they were, no closer to finding Worm than when they had set out from DSA.
    â€œSir, is there no one here who knows about the dragons?” Wiglaf asked.
    â€œOne dragon stuck around,” said Alfgar. “You can ask him. He runs the loading dock outside the back entrance of the cave.”
    â€œA cave doesn’t have a back entrance,” said Erica.
    â€œThis one does,” said Alfgar. “It’s so big it goes under the hill all the way through to the other side. Say, did I mention that we have a special on lumber? But if you’re wanting ladders, hammers, nails, or gold paint, you’re out of luck. Sent those items over to Dragon Slayers’ Academy yesterday, and we’re all sold out.”
    â€œTo DSA?” said Angus. “But why?”
    â€œWho knows?” said Alfgar. “But we have some nice, yellow paint. Looks gold if the light’s dim.”
    The questers thanked Alfgar and hurried into the cave. They passed aisles of paving stones, mortar mix, gravel sacks, sod plugs, do-it-yourself thatching kits, and ready-made wishing wells. At last they reached the rear entrance and went out to the loading dock.
    A sand-colored dragon was stacking bales of straw in a wagon. Other wagons were lined up along the road, waiting to get their goods.
    â€œExcuse me, dragon?” called Wiglaf.
    â€œName’s Bob,” said the dragon.
    â€œWe are looking for a young dragon named Worm, Bob,” said Wiglaf. “He’s green and has yellow eyes with cherry-red centers. Was he here?”
    â€œYep.” Bob nodded. “Said he was raised by humans. Came here to hobnob with other fire-breathers. Learn what we dragons had to teach him.”
    â€œStop yapping and keep loading!” cried the wagon driver. “I have to make it to West Ratswhiskers by sundown!”
    Bob tossed the last bale into the wagon. Then he called out, “Next!”
    â€œDo you know where Worm is now, Bob?” asked Wiglaf.
    â€œHe was talking about maybe flying north to go to dragon school,” said Bob as the next wagon pulled up to the loading dock. “Can’t recall the name.”
    â€œWas it Dragon Slackers’ Academy?” asked Angus.
    â€œThat’s it,” said Bob, loading a thatching kit into the next wagon. “Don’t know if he ever got there, but that’s where he was headed.”
    â€œThank you, Bob!” said Wiglaf.
    The questers jumped down from the loading dock and made their way up a winding path. When they reached a shady oak tree, they sat down to figure out what to do next. Angus took out his stash and nibbled, but never offered to share.
    â€œGoing to Dragon Slackers’ Academy will be risky,” said Wiglaf.
    Erica pulled out her map. “And it’s a long, long walk to that school.”
    â€œI have blisters on every toe already!” cried Angus. “Look if you don’t believe me!”
    â€œI have an idea,” said Wiglaf. “Let us summon Zelnoc. We can ask him to put a spell on us so we can fly to Dragon Slackers’ Academy.”
    â€œRemember what happened last time he tried that?” asked Erica. “That wizard turned us into dragons!”
    â€œI never said it was a great idea,” Wiglaf