Tom shook as he looked at the dragon.
"You can do this," Tom told himself.
"You can stop the dragon!"
Tom waved his wand.
"Dragon—begone!" he cried.
But the dragon didn't go.
The dragon danced.
Tom waved his wand again and again.
The dragon did jumping jacks.
The dragon spun around.
Suddenly Cat got an idea.
She pointed to the farmer's milk cart.
"Tom, can you make the cart roll?"
Tom waved his wand.
"Milk cart—start!"
The cart sat there.
Tom tried again.
This time the cart did move.
It rolled fast down the hill!
Boom! The cart crashed into a tree and flipped over.
Milk spilled everywhere.
Roar! The dragon roared.
Then it froze!
Milk was flowing toward the dragon.
It sniffed the milk . . . and licked it up!
The dragon roared again.
But this time no flames came out.
"Look!" Tom cried.
"The dragon is leaving!"
Tom looked at Cat.
She shrugged.
"The dragon was holding its belly," she said.
"Ann said milk is good for an upset stomach."
Everyone ran up to the roof.
Dirk glared as the king shook Tom's hand.
"Well done, Tom!" the king cried.
Ann held up her roses. "Yes, Tom."