Horrible Harry and the Dragon War Read Free Page A

tomorrow.”

    The silent war was over! Song Lee and Harry were talking to each other. At least their dragons were. It was better than any fireworks on the Fourth of July!
    â€œI know how we can celebrate,” Mary said. “We could have a parade. The two kinds of dragons can lead it, just like a New Year’s parade.”
    â€œWhat a great idea!” Miss Mackle called out. She was standing at the sink, scrubbing the bucket of paste. “We can celebrate our works in progress. Why don’t we snake our line right down the hall to the library. Mrs. Michaelsen, our librarian, would love it.”
    â€œRuff! Ruff!” I said making Searchlight bark. I loved how I was painting her. Just like the story! All black with one white spot on her forehead the size of a silver dollar.
    â€œGrrrrr ... grrrr!” Ida growled for her yellow mongoose from Rikki Tikki Tavi. I loved the snake she put in its mouth.
    Song Lee and Harry went to the front of the line. Dexter hung out with me.
    â€œHey, Dex,” I asked, “how come you picked the goose in Charlotte’s Web?”
    â€œWhy do you think?” he answered. “Because of Elvis. You know how I read everything about him. I love rock and roll.”
    â€œEverybody knows that,” I replied. “But why geese?”

    â€œElvis had them in his yard. He knew goose poop helped his garden grow.”
    â€œCool,” I said.

    â€œLet’s get this show on the road,” Sidney complained. “I can’t wait for Mrs. Michaelsen to see my Templeton. I even put Charlotte’s egg sack in his mouth. ‘Thith thtuff thticks in my mouth. It’th worth than caramel candy. ’”
    â€œThat’s pretty good, Sid,” I said.
    That afternoon we were so happy, holding our animals high, marching down the hall. When we got halfway, Harry said his dragon was thirsty, so he borrowed Song Lee’s creamer. After he peeled back the white top, he gave his dragon a sip, then passed it back to Song Lee. “Both of our dragons love this stuff,” Harry said.
    Song Lee smiled.
    By the time we got to the library, the dragons had milk mustaches.
    Harry and Song Lee did, too.
    I don’t think the teacher ever knew what the real celebration was about. She and Mrs. Michaelsen were ooohing and ahhhing about the papiermache animals.
    But we knew.
    Harry and Song Lee’s friendship survived the Dragon War. And so did the rest of us in Room 3B!