Luckily it didn’t jump very far, because basically its legs looked like a baby’s—that still made it a baby with a long flat head and a zillion tiny fangs. It just sort of glumped at us, then began crawling up our knoll, looking as though we were the best thing a paracyclotosaurus had seen for breakfast in the past million years. ‘Hai!’ yelled Miss Richards, crouching into her best martial-arts attack position. She stopped. ‘Um…does anyone know the best place to kick a paracyclotosaurus?’ she asked. ‘Nope,’ said Bruce, eyeing the paracyclotosaurus warily. ‘Why don’t I just give it a PING and---’ ‘Never fear!’ cried Mrs Olsen suddenly. ‘I’ll defend you!’ ‘But…but how?’ asked Phredde. ‘Well, I am a vampire,’ Mrs Olsen pointed out. ‘I’ll vampirise it.’ ‘But…but I thought you didn’t go sucking at people’s necks any more?’ I said. That paracyclotosaurus, was getting awfully close. ‘To defend my students—and the school’s librarian—I’ll even stick my fangs in a paracyclotosaurus,’ said Mrs Olsen bravely.
