so before the dragon had time to look through the town again for her drakling, the voice of the drakling itself was heard howling miserably from inside the mountain, because edmund was pinching its tail as hard as he could in the round iron door, like the one where the men pour the coals out of the sacks into the cellar. and the dragon heard the voice and said: "why, whatever's the matter with baby? he's not here!" and made herself thin, and crept into the mountain to find her drakling. the cockatrice kept on laughing as loud as it could, and edmund kept on pinching, and presently the great dragon very long and narrow she had made herself found her head where the round hole was with the iron lid.