"Dust off the hula hoops and wake up the dragons," says mama Tomte, "The detectives will be coming soon!"
Madame Drak opens one sleepy dragon's eye and looks at the tiny house gnome. "Are you sure this isn't another drill?"
"You're the prognosticator! You tell me!" replies mama Tomte.
Madame Drak looks deep into her crystal ball, searching for signs of the dreaming. "Oh yes, I see a stirring among the Nine Dreamers. They are coming, the two-legged, furry-headed detectives ... well, we'll see what trouble we can find for them! I'm sure something must need fixing in the Dreamtime."
Madame Drak's crystal ball glows with a flurry of images that come and go. A black ship flying in the sky, a beautiful mermaid swimming among the coral reefs, a field of orange red poppies deep inside a cave, a giant boar standing at the far end of a dark tunnel, and a white dragon fighting against a strong current.
"Mmmmmm, yes ... trouble indeed," mutters Madame Drak. "I hope they bring their bejeebers."
