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!"
"Father," Ann said softly.
"I don't want to be the—"
"You will be the royal wizard one day," Dirk snapped.
"I have to get back to the roof," Dirk said.
He put down his milk and left.
Tom sighed. "Your father hates me."
"He wants me to be the royal wizard," Ann said.
"But you're a fine wizard, Tom."
Tom shook his head.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are," Ann said.
"Show me a spell."
"Okay." Tom waved his wand.
Poof! Roses appeared.
Tom grinned and gave them to Ann.
"See?" she said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Tom said.
"Now I'm going to fight that dragon!"