Daisy Meadows - Rosie Gigglepip’s Lucky Escape

The ladders glided along the shelves. Goldie and the girls collected some books and searched through the pages as fast as they could.

Mrs. Taptree closed a book. “This tells you how to clean dragons’ teeth,” she said. “That’s no good.”

“I’ve got How to Dance Like a Dragon ,” said Lily.

“Mine’s about teaching dragons to swim,” Jess said.

Goldie shut her book. “This is about famous dragons and their daring deeds,” she said.

But Rosie gave another excited squeak. “Look!” she cried. “I’ve found a spell to summon dragons!”

Jess glanced outside at the wild storm.

“I think there are already too many dragons in Friendship Forest, Rosie. We don’t need any more!”

Rosie frowned thoughtfully. “No, wait,” she said. “Grizelda’s spell stops the dragons flying away from the forest... but maybe we could summon their mother to come and get them!”

Goldie’s green eyes gleamed. “That’s a wonderful idea! Oh, good job, Rosie!”

“And Breezy said her mom could stop the tornado, didn’t she?” added Lily. “So if we can do the spell, we can ask her to free the Gigglepips!”

Rosie gave a delighted squeak and clapped her paws together.

Jess studied the book. “Smoke Signal Summoning Spell,” she read. “To summon a dragon, you must send clouds of smoke up into the air. It’s important to follow a special pattern: Smoke... smoke smoke... smoke... smoke smoke...” She pulled out the little sketchbook and pencil she always kept in her pocket, and copied down the pattern.

“There’s just one problem,” Lily said. “Where can we get smoke in the middle of a storm? It’s too wet to make a fire.”

The little guinea pig squeaked again. “I know where to get smoke!”

“Where?” everyone cried.

Rosie smiled. “From the dragons, of course!”

“Good luck!” called Mrs. Taptree, as the three friends and Rosie stepped back out into the storm.

“Breezy!” Goldie shouted over the noise of the wind. “Breezy, we’re ready to try breaking Grizelda’s spell!”

The red dragon gave an excited twirl in the air as she flew over.

“Yippee!” she cried. “I’m going to see Mommy soon!”

Jess laughed. “That’s the plan. Grizelda’s magic won’t let you fly away from the forest, so we’re going to summon your mom here to take you home. What do you think?”

Breezy gave a roar of delight and blew a gust of wind so strong it made a tall beech tree shudder.

“To call your mom, we just need you to breathe your fire so we can have some smoke,” Goldie explained.

But Breezy’s face fell. “Fire?” she said. “Smoke?” She shook her scaly head. “I’m no good at breathing fire. My brothers and sister are much better than me, and I don’t know where they are.”

From inside Lily’s cape, Rosie gave a sob. “That means I won’t see my mommy either! Or my daddy, or my sisters Posie and Josie...”

“Hang on,” Jess said. “We’ve helped all the other dragons—Chilly and Dusty and Smudge—we know where they are!”

Breezy flew a loop-the-loop. “They can make smoke!” she said excitedly.

Goldie grinned at the girls. “Then let’s gather some dragons!”

They set off through the storm. Rosie curled around Lily’s neck and peeped out of the cape hood.

“There!” Goldie shouted over the wind, pointing to a soft light up ahead. “The glowworm bush—that means we’ve reached the Winter Cave!”

“Chilly’s inside,” Lily told Breezy. “Can you call him for us?”

The red dragon flew down, skidding to a stop by the cave entrance. She stuck her nose inside. “Chilly, come with me!” she rumbled. “The girls and Goldie are going to fetch Mommy!”

Chilly came out from the cave, his eyes wide. “Will we really see Mommy again?” he asked.

“We hope so,” Jess said.

“Yippee!” shouted Chilly and blew a puff of snow into the air.

“To Coral Cove next!” said Goldie. Dusty the yellow dragon loved sunbathing, so Lily and Jess had told her about Coral Cove, a little beach by the river. It was near Grizelda’s dark, gloomy tower, so they kept well hidden in the wind-tossed bushes as Breezy told Dusty what was happening.

Then they hurried through the storm to the lighthouse where the Fuzzybrush fox family lived. Smudge the black dragon had loved dancing with Ruby Fuzzybrush, Goldie, and the girls so much that little Ruby had asked him to stay with them.

When Smudge came out to join his brother and sisters, all the Fuzzybrushes stood at the door, waving.

“Good-bye, Smudge!” Ruby called over the wind that whistled around the lighthouse. “Remember the dance moves I showed you!”

“I will!” Smudge promised. He did a twirl in the air, but a gust caught his tail and he bumped into one of the swaying trees, scattering soot everywhere.

Lily giggled. “He’s still as clumsy as ever!”

Jess looked up at the four dragons flying above them and grinned. “Back to the Whirligig!” she cried.

The girls and Goldie huddled under their capes as they battled their way back through the trees. Lily kept Rosie inside her cape, safely tucked under one arm. By the time they reached the magical windmill, the dragons were very excited.

Goldie called up to the Gigglepips, who were still trapped up inside the whirling tornado. “Don’t be frightened of the dragons,” she shouted, “they’re here to help rescue you!”

The four baby dragons landed on the wet ground.

Jess took out her notebook, where she’d written down the smoke-signal pattern. “We need you all to blow big puffs of smoke together,” she told Chilly, Dusty, and Smudge. “I’ll tell you when. And Breezy, we need your wind to blow the smoke straight up. Remember, we don’t want any fire, just smoke!”

Dusty looked disappointed. “Not even a little bit of fire?”

Jess shook her head.

“A really tiny bit?” begged Smudge.

“Definitely not,” said Lily firmly.

The dragons sighed.

“Everyone ready?” asked Jess. “One... two... three... BLOW!”

Chilly, Dusty, and Smudge all puffed out their cheeks and blew. Jets of smoke shot out of their mouths, forming a huge, dark cloud above them. Then Breezy’s wind caught it and the smoke whirled up, higher and higher in the sky.

“BLOW, BLOW!” Jess shouted. The dragons puffed out two more clouds of smoke, one following quickly after the other. After a moment, Jess yelled, “BLOW!” Then she shouted, “BLOW! BLOW!” again.

The clouds of smoke rose up high above the forest.