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Tom's Dragon Trouble

Series: Creaky Castle
By Tony Bradman

Tom's Dragon Trouble

Tom's Dragon Trouble

Chapter One

Thomas Bailey was beginning to feel more than a teensy bit frustrated.

He was having lunch with his family in the Great Hall of their ancestral home, Creaky Castle. But as usual, Thomas just couldn’t seem to get a word in edgeways. Sir John and Lady Eleanor and his big sister Matilda were all far too busy talking to take any notice of him.

“Mother, I was wondering if I could—” Thomas started to say.

“Ugh, what is this foul muck?” said Matilda. She wrinkled her nose and poked at the food on her plate. “You can’t possibly expect me to eat it. I mean, not even Mott would eat anything this awful, would you, Mott?”

Matilda offered a forkful of food to the family’s ancient wolfhound. Mott sniffed it, whined…and slunk off to a distant corner of the hall.

“I’ll thank you not to wave your food about, Matilda,” said Lady Eleanor. “It’s not that bad. Cook has made a special effort today.”

Thomas took a deep breath and tried again. “Father, there’s, er—”

“Really?” said Matilda, talking across him. “What, to poison us?”

“Oh no, I don’t think so, my lambkin,” said Sir John, smiling at her. “Cook wouldn’t do anything like that. Well, not on purpose, anyway.”

“HEY, WILL SOMEBODY LISTEN TO ME?” Thomas shouted.

“There’s no need to be so loud, Thomas,” said Lady Eleanor, wincing. “It’s vulgar, and you know how much I hate raised voices.”

“Huh, except when she’s doing the shouting,” muttered Matilda.

“I heard that,” snapped Lady Eleanor. “I never shout, except when it’s absolutely necessary, of course. Which it often is with the inhabitants of this castle, sadly enough. Now, Thomas, what exactly is on your mind?”

“I was wondering if I could, er…have a pet,” Thomas said nervously. “I was down in the village this morning, and I saw something I want at Peasant Pet Stores. It’s on special offer, a really amazing bargain, and I’ve got enough money saved, so you wouldn’t have to pay a penny…”

“Well, I don’t see why not,” said Sir John. “A boy needs a pet.”

“Oh, great, Father, thanks!” said Thomas, amazed that it had been so easy after all. “I’ll go and get…I mean, I’ll go and buy him right away!”

“Hang on a second,” said Lady Eleanor, looking at Thomas through narrowed eyes. He paused half out of his seat, caught in her gaze, and slowly sat down again. “I notice you didn’t mention what kind of animal it is you’re in such a hurry to buy,” said Lady Eleanor. “I’m afraid I’m going to need more detail before I give my permission, young man.”

“It’s a, er…dragon,” Thomas said, practically whispering the word.

“A dragon?” said Lady Eleanor, frowning. “No, Thomas, definitely not. They’re nasty, dangerous beasts, and they eat colossal amounts of food.”

“Oh no, we definitely can’t afford any high-maintenance pets,” Sir John said hastily. “We’ve been spending rather too much recently as it is.”

“I feel another cut in pocket money coming on,” Matilda groaned.

Thomas opened his mouth to argue with his parents. But at that precise moment, the doors of the Great Hall were suddenly flung wide open and a short, rather squat soldier came running in. It was Mouldy, Sir John’s senior man-at-arms. Mouldy hurried towards the table, almost tripping over his sword a couple of times, and skidded to a halt beside Sir John.

“Sorry to interrupt your lovely lunch, My Lord,” he said breathlessly, “but a knight has brought a message for you. What shall I do with him?”

“That should be obvious, Mouldy,” sighed Sir John. “Send him in!”

“But dragons aren’t nasty or dangerous,” Thomas went on, as Mouldy scuttled out. “They can be very loving and loyal, and they often—”

“Read my lips, Thomas,” said Mother. “The…answer…is…NO.”

Thomas scowled, determined not to give up.

But then he heard hoofs clip-clopping up flagstone steps, and a tall knight in splendid armour burst into the Great Hall on his horse. Mouldy came stumbling in after him.

The knight leaned down from the saddle, handed Sir John a rolled parchment, then, without a word, swung his horse round and clattered out again.

“How many times have I told you to make them leave their horses in the stables?” Lady Eleanor hissed at Mouldy, who turned and fled. “I don’t know why we bother to have any stables at all,” Lady Eleanor muttered.

“No one ever uses them.” She turned to her husband. “Well?”

“It’s from the King…” said Sir John. “He’s, er…coming to visit.”

“WHAT?” squealed Lady Eleanor, horrified. “When does he arrive?”

“Next Monday,” Sir John said gloomily. “He’ll only be staying a few days, thank goodness, so we probably shouldn’t make much fuss.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” said Lady Eleanor.

“We’ll have to redecorate the entire castle, of course. We’ll need new furniture and hangings in here and in the bedchambers, new outfits for us, and for the servants, too. In fact, we might need to get some new servants. Especially a new cook.”

“I hope you’re not expecting me to wear a horrid pointy hat, or some hideous snood,” Matilda muttered, her top lip curled in disgust. “I mean, it’s bad enough having to go round in stupid girly dresses all the time.”

“You will if I say so,” said Lady Eleanor. “And another thing…”

“Could we get back to what we were talking about?” said Thomas.

“I’m not sure we can afford to redecorate the entire castle,” murmured Sir John. “It’s a big job, and as I say, money is a bit of an issue…”

“But we have to!” said Lady Eleanor. “And you have to make a good impression on the King. If everything goes well, he might promote you. We wouldn’t have to worry about money if you were a rich baron.”

“Oh dear,” said Sir John, sighing and looking unhappy. “I really don’t think I’m up to it, my love. It all sounds a little too energetic for me – you know I like a nice, quiet life. Can’t we, er… just stay as we are?”

Lady Eleanor went onto the attack, Matilda sided with Sir John, and Thomas realized he had less chance now than ever of being listened to.

“May I get down from the table?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He left the Great Hall, emerged from the Keep, crossed the empty courtyard…then slipped through a back door into the stables.

And there, hidden in a heap of old straw, was the small dragon – well, smallish – that Thomas had already bought and sneaked into Creaky Castle.

Buying the dragon first and asking permission later had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. But now Thomas wasn’t so sure.

“Are you all right, Sparky?” Thomas whispered. A woeful noise came in reply, a cross between a cow mooing and the purring of a giant cat. “Sorry, but I might have to keep you hidden here for a while longer,” Thomas said. “If Mother finds out what I’ve done, I’ll be in big trouble. In fact, I don’t even want to think about how much trouble I’ll be in…”

Sad little puffs of smoke emerged from the heap of straw. Thomas stood there brooding, wondering what to do. How could he persuade Mother to let him keep Sparky? Then suddenly it came to him…

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Tom has a secret, and it's getting bigger by the day ... He didn't exactly get permission to buy a pet dragon, and now that Sparky is growing so much it's hard to keep him hidden. But could Tom's fire-breathing friend come in handy when his family is accused of plotting against the king? Lady Eleanor hates dragons - they're so messy! So Tom has to keep his pet hidden away, but the little dragon turns out to be an unlikely saviour when the King comes to stay. The first in a brand new series about medieval mischief-maker Tom Bailey and his hilarious family. Treachery and skulduggery, dastardly knights and bruising battles ... it's medieval mayhem at Creaky Castle! Shortlisted for the Highland Children's Book Awards 2008.

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Book information

Age
8+
Key Stage
KS2 E
Accelerated Reader level
5.3 MY
Paperback
ISBN: 9780746072271
Extent: 128 pages
Dimensions: 198 x 130mm
Illustrator
Stephen Parkhouse

Author information

Tony Bradman

After graduating from Cambridge University, Tony Bradman worked as the Deputy Editor of Parent’s Magazine before beginning to write. He has sold over two million books worldwide and is the author of the well-known Dilly the Dinosaur books.

Press reviews

“Exaggerated characters are used to comic effect in this medieval romp of a story. Entertainingly written, and full of farcical situations and witty anachronisms, this is a thoroughly enjoyable read.”
“Readers with an understanding of the historical context will appreciate the medieval castle setting and the humour of the subtle updates which involve ordering a take away and purchasing weapons and armour through a catalogue. The short chapters will help readers re-cap on the story episodes. A great way to dip into history. Great for the 7-11 age range.”
“Children will love the zany illustrations by Stephen Parkhouse which move this humorous tale along.”
“The Creaky Castle series for younger readers is funny, exciting and easy to read. In this tale, Tom must keep his dragon pet hidden away form Lady Eleanor, who hates messy dragons. But with the King coming to stay at the Castle and treacherous plots afoot, could Sparky come in handy? A medieval adventure that's larger than life.”
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