The door opened as if by magic. Out stepped the huge, green dragon. Windsor sniffed at the bowl appreciatively and took one giant mouthful.

“Sheesh, you don’t have to shout, sonny! I’m right here,” said Hildegarde chuckling as she moved closer to him. “Yes, yes that’s me, but no one has asked me about that in years; isn’t much call for dragon recipes. What can I do for you?”

Sir James traveled for many days and many nights to reach the land where the witch lived. Finally, he arrived at the entrance to Ecstatica Forrest. He wondered through the dark groves of trees until he stumbled upon a cottage that was so covered in vines, he nearly missed seeing it at all.

I have come to rescue you from the horrible dragon’s clutches. How shall I do it? Shall I run at him with my sword? Shall I climb up your hair and rescue you? Shall I get him to prick his dragon paw on a spinning wheel? Or perhaps find a fairy to put him to sleep?”

Hildegarde concocted a recipe for a stew sure to keep a dragon full for many months and put out the fire inside his belly. It was a rather niche recipe book, but just what Jenny needed.