What Can You Do About These Dwarfs?

He was about four at this time. As running round the house with his little plastic night helmet on and a sword, his zipi, around killing things with it. And even when he went to sleep at night, he'd put the sword by his pillow and the night helmet on his pillow. So there were dragons in the house. Now every night, or every second night, for six months, he'd been waking up screaming. We all looked thought, well, it's no wonder you're waking up screaming, right? I mean, you know, that doesn't sound so good. Tenhe said, well, wait, there's more. The dragon is puffing out fire