But of course what hung over everyone like a cloud was the problem of what to do with their dragon when they were ready to sail. They tried not to talk of it when he was there， but he couldn‘t help overhearing things like， “Would he fit all along one side of the deck？ And we’d have to shift all the stores to the other side down below so as to balance，” or， “Would towing him be any good？” or “Would he be able to keep up by flying？” and （most often of all），But how are we to feed him？“ And poor Eustace realized ore and more that since the first day he came on board he ad been an unmitigated nuisance and that he was now a reater nuisance still. And this ate into his mind， just as that racelet ate into his foreleg. He knew that it only made it orse to tear at it with his great teeth， but he couldn‘t help aring now and then， especially on hot nights.
