The Dragonsitter to the Rescue


By Josh Lacey

Illustrated by Garry Parsons

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Eddie takes the dragons with him on his vacation to London, but it’s not long before disaster strikes and both dragons go missing. From the Natural History Museum to the London Eye, through tube stations, hotels and the London Zoo, Eddie chases his dragons, hoping to avert disaster. Will he catch them before they cause a national catastrophe?


From: Edward Smith-Pickle

To: Morton Pickle

Date: Saturday, April 15

Subject: We've arrived!

Attachments: View; That's my bed!

Dear Uncle Morton,

Here is the view from our hotel window. If you look very closely, you can see Big Ben.

As you can also see, your dragons are fine. They both had a good dinner. Now they're fast asleep.

Dad didn't actually want to bring them. He asked Mom to take them to Paris, but she said, "No way." She said she didn't want two badly behaved dragons spoiling her romantic weekend with Gordon.

Dad said wasn't a romantic weekend in Paris a bit of a cliché, and Mom said she'd rather have a cliché than nothing at all, which was all he used to give her.

Gordon looked really embarrassed while they were shouting at one another, but Emily and I didn't mind. We're used to it.

Mom won. So the dragons are here. I have brought the egg, too, just in case it hatches. I wouldn't want a new dragon to arrive in an empty house.

I have to go now. Dad says it's bedtime. First thing tomorrow morning we're visiting the Natural History Museum.

Emily wants to go on the London Eye instead, but Dad says we'll do that the day after.

I hope you're having fun in Tibet. Have you seen the yeti yet?



From: Edward Smith-Pickle

To: Morton Pickle

Date: Sunday, April 16

Subject: Bad news

Attachments: Croissant; T. rex; Blue whale

Dear Uncle Morton,

I have to tell you some bad news.

We have lost Arthur.

He's somewhere in London, but I don't know where.

Today, we went to the Natural History Museum. I've always wanted to go there, so I was really excited.

The only problem was Dad said the dragons had to stay in the hotel without us.

I said that was very unfair, but Dad said he wanted to spend some quality time with his children, not a pair of fire-breathing lizards. He said we could take them to a park later if they needed to stretch their wings.

He absolutely, definitely, no-question-about-it refused to change his mind.

So I hid Arthur in my backpack.

I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't stop myself.

I told him to be quiet in there. He was, on the subway. Very. And he carried on being quiet in the café where we stopped for a morning snack. I dropped some croissant through the top of the backpack, which seemed to keep him happy.

He even stayed quiet in the museum. He didn't make a squeak while we looked at the birds and the bears and the earthworms and the giraffe and the rhino and the dodo and the dolphin and the blue whale.

But when we got to the T. rex, he wriggled out of my backpack and flew off to have a look. Maybe he thought it was a long-lost cousin.

He flew the entire length of the T. rex from tail to head and landed on its nostrils. People were pointing and shouting and taking pictures.

Dad asked, "Where did that come from?"

I pretended I didn't know.

Guards came running. One of them said, "You're not allowed to have flying toys inside the museum."

I explained, "He's not a toy. He's a dragon."

The guard said he didn't care what it was, I just had to get it out of here right now, this minute, before he called the police and had us all thrown out for making a public nuisance of ourselves.

I said I would if I could catch him.

The guard got on his walkie-talkie and called for reinforcements.

Unfortunately, catching Arthur was easier said than done. He jumped off the T. rex and whooshed over our heads, waggling his wings.

I ran after him. So did Dad and Emily and lots of guards.

Arthur was faster than any of us. He flew along the corridors, looped the loop around some statues, dive-bombed a crowd of Japanese tourists, and disappeared through the revolving doors. By the time we got outside, he had vanished.

We searched for hours, but we couldn't find him anywhere.

I wanted to keep on looking all night, but Dad said we'd just be wasting our time. So we came back to the hotel.


  • Praise for The Dragonsitter:

    Shortlisted for the Roald Dahl Funny Prize
  • "Short, sharp, and funny."—Telegraph
  • "Will entertain any child."—The Times
  • "Josh Lacey's comic timing is impeccable...This witty little book deserves to be read and reread."—Books for Keeps
  • "Ideal for young or reluctant readers and belly-busting laughter for all the family."—We Love This Book

On Sale
Mar 7, 2017
Page Count
96 pages

Josh Lacey

About the Author

Josh Lacey is the author of many books for children, including The Island of Thieves, Bearkeeper, and the Grk series. He worked as a journalist, a teacher, and a screenwriter before writing his first book, A Dog Called Grk. Josh lives in London with his wife and daughters.

Garry Parsons has illustrated several books for children and is the author and illustrator of Krong!, winner of the Perth and Kinross prize.

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