<h2><SPAN name="Chapter_Two" id="Chapter_Two"></SPAN><i>Chapter Two</i></h2>
<h2>MY FATHER RUNS AWAY</h2>
<p>"Wild Island is practically cut in two by a very wide and muddy
river," continued the cat. "This river begins near one end of the
island and flows into the ocean at the other. Now the animals there
are very lazy, and they used to hate having to go all the way around
the beginning of this river to get to the other side of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span> island.
It made visiting inconvenient and mail deliveries slow, particularly
during the Christmas rush. Crocodiles could have carried passengers
and mail across the river, but crocodiles are very moody, and not the
least bit dependable, and are always looking for something to eat.
They don't care if the animals have to walk around the river, so
that's just what the animals did for many years."</p>
<p>"But what does all this have to do with airplanes?" asked my father,
who thought the cat was taking an awfully long time to explain.</p>
<p>"Be patient, Elmer," said the cat, and she went on with the story.
"One day about four months before I arrived on Wild Island a baby
dragon fell from a low-flying cloud onto the bank of the river. He was
too young to fly very well, and besides, he had bruised one wing quite
badly, so he couldn't get back to his cloud. The animals found him
soon afterwards and everybody said, 'Why, this is just exactly what
we've needed<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span> all these years!' They tied a big rope around his neck
and waited for the wing to get well. This was going to end all their
crossing-the-river troubles."</p>
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<p>"I've never seen a dragon," said my father. "Did you see him? How big
is he?"</p>
<p>"Oh, yes, indeed I saw the dragon. In fact, we became great friends,"
said the cat. "I used to hide in the bushes and talk to him when
nobody was around. He's<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span> not a very big dragon, about the size of a
large black bear, although I imagine he's grown quite a bit since I
left. He's got a long tail and yellow and blue stripes. His horn and
eyes and the bottoms of his feet are bright red, and he has
gold-colored wings."</p>
<p>"Oh, how wonderful!" said my father. "What did the animals do with him
when his wing got well?"</p>
<p>"They started training him to carry passengers, and even though he is
just a baby dragon, they work him all day and all night too sometimes.
They make him carry loads that are much too heavy, and if he
complains, they twist his wings and beat him. He's always tied to a
stake on a rope just long enough to go across the river. His only
friends are the crocodiles, who say 'Hello' to him once a week if they
don't forget. Really, he's the most miserable animal I've ever come
across. When I left I promised I'd try to help him someday, although I
couldn't see how. The rope around his neck is about the biggest,
toughest rope you can imagine,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span> with so many knots it would take days
to untie them all.</p>
<p>"Anyway, when you were talking about airplanes, you gave me a good
idea. Now, I'm quite sure that if you were able to rescue the dragon,
which wouldn't be the least bit easy, he'd let you ride him most
anywhere, provided you were nice to him, of course. How about trying
it?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I'd love to," said my father, and he was so angry at his mother
for being rude to the cat that he didn't feel the least bit sad about
running away from home for a while.</p>
<p>That very afternoon my father and the cat went down to the docks to
see about ships going to the Island of Tangerina. They found out that
a ship would be sailing the next week, so right away they started
planning for the rescue of the dragon. The cat was a great help in
suggesting things for my father to take with him, and she told him
everything she knew about Wild Island. Of course, she was too old to
go along.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Everything had to be kept very secret, so when they found or bought
anything to take on the trip they hid it behind a rock in the park.
The night before my father sailed he borrowed his father's knapsack
and he and the cat packed everything very carefully. He took chewing
gum, two dozen pink lollipops, a package of rubber bands, black rubber
boots, a compass, a tooth brush and a tube of tooth paste, six
magnifying glasses, a very sharp jackknife, a comb and a hairbrush,
seven hair ribbons of different colors, an empty grain bag with a
label saying "Cranberry," some clean clothes, and enough food to last
my father while he was on the ship. He couldn't live on mice, so he
took twenty-five peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and six apples,
because that's all the apples he could find in the pantry.</p>
<p>When everything was packed my father and the cat went down to the
docks to the ship. A night watchman was on duty, so while the cat made
loud queer noises to distract his attention, my father ran over the
gang-<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span>plank onto the ship. He went down into the hold and hid among
some bags of wheat. The ship sailed early the next morning.</p>
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