There's no way the new chimney will fall down, Lu. Not with you in charge. It wouldn't dare.
Things have a habit of working out, you know. Eventually.
They would all be sorry... particularly the duck.
Don't go to the circus.
When the Fyre inside is kindled and when the Time Is Right, anything is possible.
He was not used to the smell of dragon breath, which is best described as a combination of the stench of burning rubber and the stink of old socks, with overtones of a hamster cage in dire need of a cleaning.