Book3:WereMyDreamIs

theKingdomofDreamsheisamightyking,richasMidas.Itishardtosaywhetherheisaluckyguyoralucklessperson.”DwarfMickeyughedwryly.Behindhimcamethefamiliarsoundofacarbrakingandheknewwhoitwaswithoutturninghishead.Everysinglescrearepartsinthatdipidatedpick-uptrukedandrattledwhenthecarwasinmotion.Theonlythingthatdidn’tmakeasoundwasthehorn.RichardandJamazwalkeduptohim.

    “Hey,DwarfMickey”saidRichard“Whatareyoudoinghere?WasthatDimitriwhojustleft?Ithoughtthatretreatingbacklookedfamiliar.Howehehasalittledogwithhim?Whosedogwasthat?WasthatmanreallyDimitri?”DwarfMickeyturnedaroundandraisedhisheadtolookathistwotall,stalwartfriends.

    “I’lnsweryourquestionster.Dimitrileftinahurrytosolveadifficultproblemthathadbeengivinghimalotofheadaches.HeistryingtountieaGordianknotwhichheientlytiedwithsomeo’snotdistracthim…”Sayingso,heshookhisheadrepeatedlywithaicalsmile.RichardandJamazexgedaknowingghetwoofthemhadbeenpartnersforsolongthattheycoulduandeachotherwithoutwords.

    “Hey,Dwarf”saidRichard,“Youseemdepressed.Let’sgoandhaveagoodtime;that’llcheeryouup.eoothecar.”DwarfMickeygotintothesilendsatbetweewofriends.Richardstarteduphisracketyjalopywhereeverythingrattledandonlythehornwassilent.Theyhadonlydrivenashortdistanceolicecarpassedby.Therewerefourpoliinitandtwoofthemturogreatthedipidatedpickuptruck.Richardkeptsalutihhishandinapologybecausenooneinhiscarwaswearibelt.However,thepolievidentlyhadbetterthingstodoandhadnotimetodealwithminormisdemeanors,sotheydroveoffinahurry.

    Thesunwasslowlygoingdownian