“I don’t want any brushes,” the voice roared, “and I especially don’t want any brushes next week.”

“Oh,” said the eldest son. By now his knees were knocking together so badly that he had to sit down.

Suddenly a great shadow fell over him. The eldest son looked up. It was the dragon. The eldest son drew his sword, but the dragon lunged and swallowed him in a single gulp, sword and all. The eldest son found himself in the dark of the dragon’s belly.

What a fool I was not to listen to my wise old father!” thought the eldest son. And he began to weep bitterly.