The Lobbing Lizard was a mean-looking beast. It started with its best move, the lob. It hit the ball really high and deep into the court.

The ball spun over Stefan’s head. He couldn’t run back in time to return it.

But for the next shot Stefan had a plan.

‘If that’s the only trick you’ve got,’ he said, ‘then, take this!’

Stefan ran backwards, just as the beast hit the ball.

He got under the shot and returned it.

WHAAAACKK!

Stefan smashed the ball right into the middle of the wall.

It was an awesome return. The Lobbing Lizard couldn’t even get its racquet to the ball.

Queen Emma cheered. ‘Great shot!’

For the rest of the game the scaly beast repeated his jaw-dropping lob shots. And each time Stefan got into position and smashed them into winning points for himself.

Thoomp! Whoomp! Boomp!

The Lobbing Lizard hissed at him. It began to smash its racquet.

‘Yes!’ yelled Stefan, throwing his arms in the air. ‘Game, set and match to me. I’m the Wimbledon champion!’