Ch 5.5 — Poor Fritter had enough to do with all the cooking, cleaning, and scrubbing the dragon’s scales. He was in charge of counting the dragon’s treasure, dusting and reshelving the library books, and paying the bills. He was doing the jobs of the three gnomes who had worked here before, and it took from early dawn until late at night. Fritter had very little time for any of his own hobbies.
Now, because of the Borogoves nesting in the chimney, Jay’s allergies were even worse. The dragon’s nose ran perpetually. His sinuses were swollen, and his eyes were red. On top of everything, Fritter had to put up with a dragon who wouldn’t go out and do his job.
His neighbors began to send written complaints.
The gnome scratched his head in bewilderment. “I need some help.”
Fritter sat down at his scarred writing desk and pulled out a piece of parchment from the drawer. After thinking for a few moments, he wrote a letter to the kingdom’s newspaper, asking for an advertisement to be placed in the Help Wanted section. He put one gold coin in an envelope, added his letter, and sealed it with wax. Then he went outside, put the envelope in the mail box, and flipped up the red flag.
Fritter peered down the narrow, winding, dirt road. “I sure hope the postman will come today.”
He knew Mr. Dumfries was an old man, and the donkey who pulled the mail cart was old too. The mail probably wouldn’t come soon. But one thing Fritter had was patience. If Mr. Dumfries didn’t come today, he’d surely come tomorrow. Or the next day.
After a few moments, Fritter went to see if his traps had any rabbits in them yet. The dragon would be very hungry in a few hours, and his temper would be even worse.