67. : “I didn’t do it Officer, I was framed, I tell you!” - Downtown, the Police Station of Ottery St.

“The job of the police O’Hanlan is to quell riots son, not to start them.”

Next to the officer, the dark haired boy sat whistling.

“But I tell you chief, I didn’t … the boy was the one riding the dragon.

“Riding a dragon, you say?” the chief asked, while the boy moved his finger next to his head still whistling in the international sign for, “Mental, that one.”

“Maybe you need a holiday son, you’ve been working too hard.”

“Aye sir, I could’ve sworn he’d been riding with a leprechaun too.”

Ottery shrugged, smiling at the Chief of Police.