Fired by stories of knights of old, Harry the mole fits up his old friend Basil the fox with a beanpole lance, a cardboard helmet, and an accommodating dog Alfred for a horse. Thus equipped, Basil has no trouble slaying two ""dragons"" (the pictures show the first to be a very dragonish tree stump, the second some clothes on a line), but when he goes charging after the third and wildest of the beasts, which is actually a farmer's combine, the farmer himself intervenes to expLain laughingly that ""That is no wild dragon. That one is tame, and it works for me. . . . The only dragons I know are in storybooks and that's the best place for them."" Like Firmin's previous Basil and Harry adventures, this one is tame, and it doesn't work for me.