trespassinâ on my turf,â said Putz.
âThis ainât your territory and you know it,â replied Kitelsky.
âIâm claiminâ it,â said Putz.
âYou gotta earn it first.â
âLetâs rumble, then.â
The two dragons went at each other with claws, teeth and spikes. As vicious as it looked, it seemed to Dirk that they knew each otherâs moves so well that they barely made contact. It looked more like an elaborate routine than a real fight.
After a while the two dragons began to tire.
âYour Mountain Dragon ainât gettinâ involved, then,â said Putz, standing back.
âI told you, he ainât wiâ me,â replied Kitelsky.
âWell, he ainât wiâ me either,â said Putz.
They both turned to look at Dirk.
âYou only get one dose of poison a day,â said Dirk, who had been ready for this. âI get fire 24-7.â
He sent flames billowing forward, setting the fallen branch on fire. The Desert Dragons stepped back fromthe burning tree.
âYou fire dragons are all the same,â said Putz. âYou think youâre so much better than us. It still donât change the fact that youâre trespassinâ on my turf.â
âPutz, this is Moâs turf,â said Kitelsky. âAnd youâre only jealous. Putz is always trying to breathe fire.â
âNo I ainât,â said Putz.
âYouâre pathetic,â said Kitelsky.
âAre there any other dragons in the area?â asked Dirk.
âNot since Mo left, no,â said Kitelsky. âJust us two. Why?â
âWhere were you at dawn this morning?â asked Dirk.
âWe were scufflinâ,â said Kitelsky.
âWhatâs that mean?â
âItâs when you fight for your territory,â said Putz. âYou beat a dragon in a scuffle and you got their turf. We do it at sunrise and sunset on the borders of our territory.â
âYeah, and you never beaten Mo, so this ainât your turf,â said Kitelsky.
âOnly cos he ainât here to scuffle wiâ me,â said Putz, squaring up for another fight.
âIâm not interested in your territorial disputes,â saidDirk, sending another blast of fire into the air as a warning.
âWhat do you want, then?â said Kitelsky.
âTwo dragons were caught on film this morning,â said Dirk. âYou know what film is, I take it?â
âOf course we do,â said Kitelsky. âYou canât live in California without knowing what film is.â
âThatâs right,â said Putz. âWe ainât stupid.â
âThen youâll know that the punishment for being seen by a human is banishment to the Inner Core,â said Dirk.
âThe Inner Core?â said Putz, the colour draining from his face.
âWhatâs it to you, anyway, Dilly?â said Kitelsky. âYou come here saying we done this and that. We donât even know you.â
âYou know what?â snapped Dirk angrily. âYouâre right, I should leave you to it. I was going to find and destroy the tape but now I might just go home and crack open a fresh bottle of squash in front of a good movie instead.â
âHey, donât be so hasty,â said Putz. âKitelsky donât mean to disrespect you or nuttinâ. Do you, Kitelsky?â
âI donât trust him,â said Kitelsky. âHow do we know he ainât gonna do the dirty on us?â
âI havenât got time for this. Iâm going to retrieve that tape and save your spiky necks,â said Dirk, turning to leave. He could tell that the Desert Dragons didnât know any more than they were letting on. He was wasting his time.
âWhere you going?â said Kitelsky.
âLos Angeles,â replied Dirk.
âWeâre cominâ wiâ you,â said Kitelsky.
âAre you outa your mind, Kitelsky?â
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