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it was Mister Six racing like a shot into the forest.  He ignored it and wrapped his fingers around the corner of the shed and braced himself, getting ready to spring and yell as loud as he could to wring every last ounce of surprise out of his sister that he could manage.  On one, he said to himself, two…
    "Ahhhh-Chooooo!" someone 's sneeze echoed from within the woods, not too far away from their back yard.   
    "Be quiet, you imbecile!" Prospero cried.  "The dragon and the girl might be hiding nearby!  He has to bring her back here sometime."   
    Herman said, "Duh, something's making me sneeze, boss…ah, ah."
    "Don't do it."
    "Ah-Choooooooo!"
    James peeked behind the shed and saw that Alana was not there.  He bent as low as he could in the tall grass and snuck across the field toward the first large tree he saw.  He could make out both of the men now, crouched down behind the bushes and they were staring at the back of his house.  What had they said? James wondered.  Something about a little girl, that much was certain.  And something else too, but he must have heard them wrong.   
    James tiptoed across the soft dirt quickly, trying to get even closer to the men.  T o him, the sorcerer looked like he was wearing some sort of dirty robe, and the smaller, doughnut-shaped man was dressed in the worst clothes James had ever seen.  They looked as if someone had cut a potato sack apart and turned it into an ugly, ill-fitting shirt and pants.  Herman even had a frayed rope tied around his massive gut to keep the loose pants from falling to his ankles.  Herman began sniffling again and clenched his eyes shut, concentrating furiously to keep from unleashing another sneeze, and Prospero grumbled, "By the Four Winds, if you make another sound, I will turn you into a screech owl!"
    "Okay, boss, I understand, no more sneezes− Aaaaah-Chooo!"  Herman wiped his dripping nose and smeared it across his shirt and said, "There must be a cat nearby."
    James looked around and saw the slinky form of Mister Six not too far away from where the two men were hiding, but the cat was not chasing any bird or stalking any mouse.  Instead, it was bent in a low crouch, staring at the two men, watching their every move. 
    "Honestly, Herman.  The dragon will not come within a thousand feet of this blasted place with all your sniffling and wheezing," the sorcerer said.  "Once I have that little dragon in my clutches, I'll turn him into enough ingredients to create a hundred potions of transformation and use half of them on you!"
    "I'm sorry, boss.  Don't change me into anything."
    "As long as you don't mess up anything else, however unlikely that is, I will consider it.  Once the dragon returns, you will throw the net at him without delay, do you understand?"
    "Yes, boss.  Anything you say."
    James could not believe his ears.  Surely they were playing some sort of make-believe game, but if so, it was the most convincing pretending James had ever seen.  The fat one certainly seemed scared of the older one, and the older one certainly seemed like he was serious about waiting for a dragon.  And even if they were just playing a game, why were they sneaking around his back yard, James wondered?  And hadn't they mentioned something about a little girl?  A little girl he felt quite sure was Alana, whom he could not presently find? 
    James decided the best thing to do was to confront the men directly and, at the very least, find out what they knew about his sister.  If they ran off, he thought he could probably catch the fat one.  James was almost as tall as him, even if he was not nearly as wide and even if he had no idea what he'd do with the fat one once he caught him.
    James took a deep breath and was about to step out from behind the tree when Mister Six suddenly turned around and looked up into the air, searching the sky in every direction.  James looked up too, until he saw what appeared to be the small shadow of