Chapter Four

Once in a while, when Tân looked like he was getting a little bit too excited, Harri pointed the aerial at the box that Ryan was carrying and called, ‘Down!’

Tân was well trained. He knew he’d get a nice, juicy worm once he was safely back in the box.

He’d explained to Mr Davies that he was changing batteries, but he was really calming Tân down and reminding him to fly just above the little army of Red Dragons and not do anything too fancy, that might draw attention and make people wonder how a radio-controlled model could look so real.

How had he ever let Mr Davies talk him into this? Someone was bound to realise that Tân was a real, live, fire-breathing dragon.

Fire-breathing? That got Harri thinking, Oh no! Harri had awful visions of Tân setting fire to people’s hats and all the flags, that were strung between the lamp posts in the street, bursting into flame! ‘Don’t do the fire-breathing!’ he whispered into the box. ‘Not here! We haven’t got a licence!’