Freddy and the Dragon

Freddy and the Dragon

Walter R. Brooks

Illustrated by Kurt Wiese

The Overlook Press

New York

CHAPTER 1

Freddy, the pig, and Jinx, the black cat, in their cowboy clothes, were riding down through Main Street in Centerboro toward their home, on the Bean farm. Freddy was astride Cy, his western pony and Jinx rode Bill, the goat. Holding to the pommel of Freddy's saddle rode their friend, Samuel Jackson, the mole.

They had been on a riding trip through New England. They had seen the sights of Boston, had climbed Bunker Hill, and had visited Plymouth Rock and the House of Seven Gables and many other historic monuments. They had had a wonderful month, but now they were glad to be getting back into familiar territory. They were tired of towns where the streets were full of strangers; it was good to recognize the faces of friends in the crowds on the sidewalks. They waved at Mr. Metacarpus and Judge Willey and Mr. Howell, manager of Beller & Rohr's music store, and took off their hats to Mrs. Winfield Church and Miss Peebles.

Even Samuel lifted his hat, although he didn't know any of the townspeople. He hadn't had a hat when they started out, but he had wanted one, so they bought a red hat that they saw on a doll in a toyshop in Boston. It didn't fit very well, because a mole's head is a straight line from the tip of his nose to his shoulderblades, but they fastened it on with a rubber band. When he lifted it, it snapped back and hurt his nose. But he didn't mind. He wasn't going to be outdone in politeness by pigs and cats.

But, though he waved at the people he knew, Freddy wasn't very well satisfied with their response. Those that waved back did not seem to do so very enthusiastically, and a number of old acquaintances just stared and frowned and then turned away.

“What's the matter with everybody?” Freddy said. “I didn't expect them to dance and sing and strew rose petals in our path, but I did think they'd be glad to see us.”

“That's gratitude for you,” said Jinx. “We saved 'em from slavery, and this is the thanks we get.” He was referring to the state-wide revolt of animals two years earlier, when an attempt had been made under the leadership of the rat, Simon, to take over the management of all the farms, and even of the government, from the humans. Owing to the work of Freddy and his friends, the revolt had been broken. Simon and his family had been exiled, and their human advisor, Mr. Herbert Garble, an old enemy of the Bean animals, sent to jail.

“I don't understand it,” said Freddy. “I'll come back to town tomorrow and try to find out if there's anything wrong.”

Once through Centerboro, they galloped swiftly on, and presently turned in at the Bean gate. Charles, the rooster, saw them first, and he hopped up on the fence and gave three loud excited crows. Usually he just crowed in the morning, to get everybody up and the farm work started, so when the three cows, and the dogs, and Hank, the old white horse, and the other animals heard him they dashed out into the barnyard to see what was going on. They gave a cheer, and rushed up to surround the returning travelers, and there was a lot of laughing and shouting and shaking of paws and claws and hoofs—and even of hands, when Mr. and Mrs. Bean came out to greet them. And then Mr. Benjamin Bean, Mr. Bean's uncle, came running down the stairs from the loft in the barn where he was secretly building his flying-saucer engine. He was more glad to see Freddy than any of the others, because it was Freddy who had defeated the foreign spies who had wanted to steal the plans for the engine. He pulled Freddy off his horse and hugged him and waltzed him around, and seemed speechless with gladness. There was nothing unusual about this, of course. Uncle Ben was practically speechless most of the time anyway; he almost never said a sentence more than two words long.

So then Mrs. Bean said: “Now come, animals; let Freddy get his breath. He and his friends have had a long ride today, and they're hot and dusty and tired. Suppose we break it up for now and let them clean up and get rested. Then tonight we can all meet in the barn, and they can tell us about their trip. And I'll bake a cake.”

The crowd dispersed, and the travelers rode on up to the pig pen, where they took the saddles and bridles off Cy and Bill, who lay down in the shade and went to sleep. Samuel dove into the ground and disappeared, and Jinx and Freddy went inside. They took off their hats and their boots and their gun belts, and Freddy threw himself down on the bed and was asleep before Jinx had made up his mind where to lie down.

The cat looked at the foot of the bed. There was plenty of room, but when Freddy was tired his snores sounded like a four-engined plane taking off. The armchair wasn't good either. It looked comfortable, but Jinx remembered that there were a couple of broken springs which poked up through the seat and jabbed you just when you were getting settled. He finally curled up on the desk among the heaps of dusty papers.

Jinx had been asleep about half an hour when there was a light tap at the door. He lifted his head from his paws. He could hear whispering and giggling outside, and the tap came again. Freddy was still soundly—and rather noisily—asleep. Jinx jumped down and went over and shook him by the shoulder. “Freddy! Wake up! You've got company!”

Freddy sat up. “Who? Wha-what? Oh, it's you, Jinx. Well, but I don't consider you as company; you're just sort of part of the family. I don't—”

“At the door, you dope!” said the cat. “Someone knocking. You'd better see who it is.”

Freddy got up, yawning, and opened the door.

There was a group of animals facing the door. They were huddled around a boy with a bicycle and trying to look at an envelope which he held in his hand. It was Charles who had tapped on the door with his beak, and with him were his wife, Henrietta, Georgie, the little brown dog, Hank, the old white horse, and the three cows: Mrs. Wiggins, Mrs. Wurzburger, and Mrs. Wogus. Also there were some assorted small animals, rabbits and squirrels and a skunk or two. They were all trying hard not to giggle.

Freddy knew the boy. His name was Jimmy Wiggs, and he lived in South Pharisee, which is between Clamville and Upper Cattawampus, below Centerboro. Once, when he had been there with Mr. Boomschmidt's circus, Freddy had helped Jimmy out. The boy had been putting on a circus of his own in his back yard, with a lot of his friends' pets, dogs and cats and rabbits, in coops. Jimmy's older brother, Jack, and some of
his
friends had come and made fun of the show and tried to raid it and break it up. But Freddy had borrowed a lion and some elephants and leopards from Mr. Boomschmidt and prepared a little surprise for Jack's gang. When the raiders had yanked open the doors of the coops and been confronted with real wild animals, roaring and snarling ferociously, instead of the fox terriers and kittens they had expected to chase away, they fled screaming. And the show had been a great success.

“Hello, Freddy,” Jimmy said. “I've got a letter for you.” He held up a white envelope.

Freddy couldn't reach it over the heads of all the animals crowded up around the door. Charles hopped up on the handlebars of Jimmy's bicycle and took the letter in his claw. But instead of passing it along to Freddy, he squinted at the address, first with one eye and then with the other. Then he burst into a crow of laughter. “That's right, Jimmy; that's what you said. That's the way it's addressed: ‘Frederick Bean is queer.'” And all the smaller animals giggled.

Freddy had reached out a fore trotter for the letter, but now he drew it back. “If this is a gag,” he said crossly, “it's a pretty feeble one. So if you'll excuse me, I'll go back and finish my nap.”

But as he started to close the door, Jimmy said: “It isn't a gag, Freddy, honest. I was in Centerboro today, and I met Mrs. Peppercorn, and I told her I was coming out to see you about something. So she asked me if I'd take along this note to you.”

Freddy still didn't reach for it. “Mrs. Peppercorn would never send me a note with ‘Frederick Bean is queer' written on it,” he said.

“Well—it looks like that,” said Jimmy apologetically.

Jinx had come to the door beside the pig. “Look at it, you dope,” he said impatiently. “Look at it.” And he reached out and took the envelope.

“Why, sure,” he said. “Frederick Bean er … h'm … ha!” He stopped and grinned. “Well, it ain't spelled right, but it sure looks as if the old lady had your number, kid. ‘Queer' it is. Boy it takes 'em a long time, but they get on to you in the end!”

“Let me look at that!” Freddy snatched the letter from the cat's claws.

Some of the rabbits were going around in a circle, a sort of war dance, giggling and chanting:

“
Frederick Bean is queer!

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!

Alas, we greatly fear

That when the animals hear