'It's not as though we could leave anything around, either,' said Colon. 'I mean, even the lamp oil. He even drank the lamp oil.'
'And mothballs,' said Nobby. 'A whole box of mothballs. Why would anyone want to eat mothballs? And the kettle. And sugar. He was a devil for sugar.'
'He was nice, though,' said Carrot. 'Friendly.'
'Oh, I'll grant you,' said Colon. 'But it's not right, really, a pet where you have to jump behind a table every time it hiccups.'
'I shall miss his little face,' said Carrot.
Nobby blew his nose, loudly.
It was echoed by a hammering on the door. Colon jerked his head. Carrot got up and opened it.
A couple of members of the palace guard were waiting with arrogant impatience. They stepped back when they saw Carrot, who had to bend a bit to see under the lintel; bad news like Carrot travels fast.
'We've brung you a proclamation,' said one of them. 'You've got to…'
'What's all that fresh paint on your breastplate?' said Carrot politely. Nobby and the sergeant peered around him.
'It's a dragon,' said the younger of the guards.
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