Stan groaned loudly from under the bed , and the dragon went away as softly as he had come . Directly he had closed the door , Stan lifted out the pigs ' trough , and lay down himself , after making everything clean and tidy , but he was wise enough not to shut his eyes that night . The next morning he came into the room when the dragon and his mother were having their breakfast . ` Good morning , ' said he . ` Good morning . How did you sleep ? ' ` Oh , very well , but I dreamed that a flea had bitten me , and I seem to feel it still . ' The dragon and his mother looked at each other . ` Do you hear that ? ' whispered he . ` He talks of a flea . I broke my club on his head . ' This time the mother grew as frightened as her son . There was nothing to be done with a man like this , and she made all haste to fill the sacks with ducats , so as to get rid of Stan as soon as possible . But on his side Stan was trembling like an aspen , as he could not lift even one sack from the ground . So he stood still and looked at them . ` What are you standing there for ? ' asked the dragon . ` Oh , I was standing here because it has just occurred to me that I should like to stay in your service for another year . I am ashamed that when I get home they should see I have brought back so little .
I know that they will cry out , `` Just look at Stan Bolovan , who in one year has grown as weak XXXXX a dragon . '' '
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