A Spell for Ann

A Spell for Ann

Cat hid in Tom’s pocket. Dirk sank into a chair. “ He looks sick, ” Tom thought.

Then Dirk’s daughter came in. She was carrying a tray. “ Here’s your milk and toast, Father, ” Ann said.

Dirk clutched his stomach and moaned. “ It’s not easy being the head servant around here. Especially when a dragon attacks the palace! ”

Ann patted him on the shoulder. “ Try some milk and toast. It’s good for an upset stomach. ” Tom stepped forward. “ Can I help?”

“ No! ” Dirk glared at Tom. “ My daughter should be the royal wizard. Not you! ”