Toads are to dragons what carrots are to unicorns.

I hope so,” grumbled Ian. “I’m going to look for another one of ‘em winged dogs for Mabel.

Out of all the things you would expect when facing a dragon, silence was not on the list. Roaring? Certainly! Snarling? Why, yes - of course! Fire-breathing? Couldn’t possibly do without it. Wouldn’t feel right if it wasn’t there.But silence?No. Definitely not.It was as out of place as a potter at a blacksmith’s.

Hold on, hold on, hold on,” said the Hooded Person of Unknown Gender. “Are you really here to slay a dragon?”“Yes! Why else would I be so far from home?”“Sightseeing?” suggested the Female.