The dragon picked it up as if it had been a feather , and , after whirling it round his head , flung it lightly three miles away , telling Stan to beat that if he could . They walked to the spot where the club lay . Stan stooped and felt it ; then a great fear came over him , for he knew that he and all his children together would never lift that club from the ground . ` What are you doing ? ' asked the dragon . ' I was thinking what a beautiful club it was , and what a pity it is that it should cause your death . ' ` How do you mean -- my death ? ' asked the dragon . ` Only that I am afraid that if I throw it you will never see another dawn . You do n't know how strong I am ! ' ` Oh , never mind that be quick and throw . ' ` If you are really in earnest , let us go and feast for three days : that will at any rate give you three extra days of life . ' Stan spoke so calmly that this time the dragon began to get a little frightened , though he did not quite believe that things would be as bad as Stan said . They returned to the house , took all the food that could be found in the old mother 's larder , and carried it back to the place where the club was lying . Then Stan seated himself on the sack of provisions , and remained quietly watching the setting moon . ` What are you doing ? ' asked the dragon . ` Waiting till the moon gets out of my way . ' ` What do you mean ? I do n't understand . '
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