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Pole interrupted his reading to beam at his wife. "He's sorry for us, Bliss, and he hopes things will be better for us soon."
"Isn't he the nicest man?"
They read on.
In your radio message you refer to difficulties you are having with a snake and a lizard . It is believed that the enclosed package, serial number 93G-18, will cope with the matter, and that no further report will be necessary with respect to snakes and lizards.
Carl Wattles Chief, Pretzin Division
Eagerly Bliss Kenton opened the plain white carton bearing the serial number 93G-18. She slid out the two and three-quarter by six and one-half inch fumigation bomb can.
Bliss read the label. "'Lizards and snakes go 'way and stay. Only .19 F.O.B.U.S.A.' Why, it rhymes!" she said, a wondering smile lighting her face.
"Does it say how long the lizards are that go 'way and stay?" Pole asked anxiously, thinking of the neighborhood's forty-foot hellion.
"Good! But how about snakes that can jump ten feet and wrap around your throat?"
"I'm glad," said Pole, choking up.
"The Division Chief has been thinking of us," said Bliss, wiping away a tear.
"He knows we field personnel have our problems."
"He knew just what we needed," lauded Bliss.
Pole looked up from the canister as he heard a sound. "And here comes the dragon back! Our lizard repellent arrived just in the nick of time!"
Down the rain-forest aisle the roaring mammoth rapidly waddled. Its flames--even longer than its body--withered into blackened ruin all that stood before it. This time, instead of snatching up their possessions and fleeing to safety, the Kentons stood their ground with their pocket-size fumigation bomb that had been designed for pocket-sized lizards. When the dragon was within throwing distance, Pole flipped on the spray jet of the tiny bomb and threw it as straight as he could. Then both of them sped away, leaving all their possessions at the mercy of the advancing, ravening flames....
"Oh, Pole! Isn't our new home just the dandiest that a Venusian pretzin-gathering couple ever had?"
"The table makes a dandy smokestack too, when it's propped up. Fireproof."
"How about the mouth when it's propped open?" challenged Pole. "Who could beat a front porch like that?"
"You can't. You just can't!"
"Correct." He ruminated, "We'd never have been able to cut the hide. Not a tough, inch-thick one like this one."
"I'll never get over the way you gutted the dragon. You cut him loose inside, just below the tonsils--"
"And after I lassoed them, I gave a run--"
"And all his guts came stringing out!"
"Had him cleaned to the bone within an hour!" said Pole proudly.
"We would never have had it so good if it hadn't been for Mr. Wattles' helpfulness," reminded Bliss. "That fumigation bomb, besides making a horrible stink--"
"--explodes when it enters a dragon's flaming mouth--and blows his methane tanks."
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