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Famous Pigs in History.
    “Hello, Daisy,” said Wiglaf. “I see you have already been up to the library.”
    “Es-yay,” said Daisy. “Is-thay is-yay a-yay ood-gay ook-bay. ”
    Daisy told Wiglaf about some famous pigs. Then Wiglaf told Daisy how the troll had tricked everyone by saying that the water dragon Bubbles was in the DSA moat.
    “Dudwin looks up to the troll,” said Wiglaf. “I can tell. I think if the troll told Dudwin to do something bad, Dudwin would do it.”
    “On’t-day orry-way, Iglaf-way,” said Daisy. “Udwin-day is-yay a-yay ood-gay ad-lay at-yay eart-hay.”
    Wiglaf smiled. Daisy’s wise words made him feel better. Dudwin was a good lad at heart. And no doubt the troll was, too. Wiglaf was a worrywart, that was all.

    “What’ll it be for supper, lads?” Frypot asked Wiglaf and Angus. “Eel-tail stew? Or the eel-and-moat-weed wrap?”
    “What do you recommend?” asked Angus.
    “Always safest to take the cooked dish,” Frypot said.
    Lady Lobelia stood up. She clinked on her water goblet just as Wiglaf and Angus took their places at the Class II table.
    “Attention, lads and lasses!” Lady Lobelia said. “Welcome to a new school year at DSA. For those of you who don’t know me, I am Lady Lobelia, Headmaster Mordred’s sister. Mordred and I both have some important announcements.”
    Wiglaf happened to see the troll put his hand to his mouth and belch loudly.
    Mordred jumped up. “Who burped?” he boomed.
    The troll did not confess.
    “We’ll have no more of that,” Mordred said. “If there’s any belching to be done around here, I’ll do it. Understood?”
    In answer, the troll belched again.
    Everyone at the Class I table cracked up laughing.
    Mordred stared at the Class I students. His face turned purple with rage. “One more belch and I’ll throw the whole lot of you into the dungeon.” Mordred raised his bushy left eyebrow, making his left eye bulge scarily out of its socket. “And we’ll have no more pranks like the one this afternoon.”
    “Class I?” said Lady Lobelia. “Please stand and tell us your name, where you’re from, and why you are here at DSA.”
    Dudwin popped to his feet.
    “Hi, everybody!” he said. “I’m Dudwin from Pinwick. I came here to go to school with my big brother Wiglaf. He has slain two dragons!”
    Wiglaf smiled. Dudwin could be a pain. But he was a loyal brother.
    “You’re here because you want to become a dragon slayer, too. Aren’t you, lad?” asked Mordred.
    “Maybe,” said Dudwin. “Maybe not.” He sat down.
    Bilge and Maggot stood up next.
    “I’m Bilge!” shouted Bilge. “That’s Maggot!”
    “We live in a cave and eat raw bugs and worms!” shouted Maggot.
    “Ewwww!” cried some students.
    “Aw right!” cried the troll, pumping a great green fist in the air.
    Mordred groaned. “What I do for my family,” he muttered. “Sit down, you clowns!” he boomed. “Next!”
    A lass stood up now. “I’m Agatha. Call me Aggie. I’m from Toenail.”
    “Hooray for Toenail!” cried Torblad from the Class II table.
    “I’m here because I hear the food is totally great,” said Aggie.
    Frypot stuck his head out of the kitchen. “Really?” he asked.
    “Nah!” said Aggie. “Gotcha!” And she doubled over, laughing.
    “What a bunch!” mumbled Mordred. Then he said, “And do you wish to become a dragon slayer, Aggie of Toenail?”
    “Not really,” said Aggie. “But I need something to fall back on in case my singing career doesn’t work out.”
    Mordred glared at her and bellowed, “Next!”
    Now the troll rose. Wiglaf looked at his bare feet. Each foot had one big toe and seven smaller toes.
    “Grock is me name,” the troll said. “I lives under the Killerfish River Bridge with me family. Sometimes humans drives their wagons over the bridge and me family robs ’em. That’s how I got me eight pennies to come here to school.”
    The troll grinned, showing a mouth full of big, crooked