Ch. 47.2— Felix appeared on the dragon’s neck just above where Ezra, Janine and Fritter sat. He grabbed on with his claws, ignored the dragon’s grunt of surprise, and spoke in a rush. “The trolls will emerge tomorrow afternoon, and our ground troops will be in place at that time. The gnomes have added the potion to the town’s water supply. Miss Pringle’s advertisement will be on every doorstep by morning. Connie and her family are baking huge batches of gingerbread as we speak.”
“Well, done Felix.” Janine beamed at him. “I love it when a plan comes together.”
Felix had spent most of the day flitting between the dragon’s cave and the enormous cache of Miracle Mix jars hidden in the trolls’ tunnels, moving them a few at a time. Fortunately the trolls were too busy preparing for the invasion and hadn’t noticed the loss. Felix chortled as he thought about the look on their faces when they opened their trunks and cupboards and found them empty.
Miss Pringle’s advertisement would result in everyone rushing down to the bakeries for their free breakfast of gingerbread (loaded with Miracle Mix). That, plus the potion in the town’s water supply, would counteract the enchantment the trolls had cast on the town. The people would be rejuvenated, and the call to arms would sound. Wizard Col had devised an especially nasty surprise for the trolls disguised as people in the city and castle.
Felix chortled again. He hadn’t had this much fun since he was a boy. And this time, he was helping someone! Even better, he had managed to escape the notice of his master for a few days now. The dragon had severed the link between Felix and his master, at least temporarily. Felix basked in his freedom.
“We couldn’t have done it without you, Felix,” said Ezra. “You are truly amazing.”
The cat purred. “I always thought so.”