‘Well, I am. I am Spikeweed, King of the Dragons,’ said Spikeweed. ‘As you are forever saying,’ said Primrose. ‘Trouble is, you are also King of the smallest Kingdom of anything, with a total population of five.’ ‘Hey, it’s quality, not quantity, that counts,’ said Spikeweed. ‘Oh yes, of course, try telling that to those feeble Italian dragons,’ said Primrose. ‘If they realised there was only five of us, they’d be here tomorrow morning and have us conquered before morning tea.’ ‘Um, er, not necessarily,’ said Spikeweed, but he knew his wife was right. ‘And another thing.’ ‘What?’ ‘What’s tea?’ ‘Never mind all that,’ said Primrose. ‘The point I was trying to make is that we need to increase our population.’ ‘And how are we going to do that?’ ‘Duh,’ said Primrose, pointing up at the three big trees that stood outside the cave. At the top of each tree was a brand new dragon’s nest. ‘I’ve already started,’ she continued.
