AFTER LUNCH
"Drake!!! We can't play right now! Did you forget the protest?!" Boo shouted furiously, flapping his tiny ghost arms as Drake rolled lazily in the grass.
The chubby dragon boy lay sprawled on his tummy, eyes half-closed, tail twitching in satisfaction after a very large lunch. Around him sat the rest of the class, forming a small "baby council" circle that looked more like a picnic than a protest meeting.
"Drake's mind stops working once his stomach is full," Luna muttered, rolling her eyes. She sat cross-legged, brushing bits of grass off her uniform skirt.
Vlad Jr. nodded solemnly. "Indeed. His brain appears to sleep while his mouth continues functioning."
Drake pouted, propping his chin on his palms. "I am listening! Make plan already! I don't like Professor Egg! Argh—he doubts us sooo much!" He snorted a puff of smoke into the air, glaring at the invisible enemy in his head.
