Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #11 (part two)

Sproing!

Off he went—soaring fru the air like a fuzzy cannonball ob joy and regret.

We all watched in stunned silence as he arced fru the sky… and splashed directly into the moat.

He emerged a few moments later, soaked but triumphant, wiff a lily pad on his head and a very pleased expression.

I rushed over wiff a towel. He did his best to dry off, wringing out his ears and shaking off like a soggy puppy. But then Ronald came bounding over wiff an idea.

“I can help!” Ronald announced proudly. He took a deep breath, puffed up his little cheeks, and gabe Dougie a blast ob his baby dragon fire.

It wasn’t exactly what we had in mind.

There was a sudden whoosh, a smell like toasted socks, and a small sizzle noise. Dougie blinked. His fur was dry, sure—but also slightly crisp on one side. Ronald looked horrified.

“I only singed you a little bit!” he squeaked. Dougie patted his own head, then gave Ronald a thumbs-up.

“Perfect,” he grinned. “I like my style wiff a bit ob crunch.”

We laughed all the way back to the Vespa.

—Reuben xoxo