Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ityandwasrelievedtofindtheywerestillfastasleeponthegreengrassofthemoorndsandhadnotbeenawakehemusic.Hekhatthemomenttheyawoke,thesetwoworkaholicswouldsurelybuzzaroundcausingsparksefrileadingtounimagiasiesthatwouldspreadoutandoutlikeripplesgettingwiderandwider.Dimitrigreatlyadmiredtheworkethicsofhistwoservants,buthealsotreasuredthetimetheysleptbecauseonlythencouldhegetsomerespite,afewmomentsofpeadtranquility.Hestoodupawastimeforhimtogotohismeeting.

    Dimitrisquattedonthegroundunderadimstreetlight,eatingthefoodinhisbowl.Alroundhimwerehugetallofficebuildings.Itwaslongpastofficehours,sotheemptystreetswerequitedeserted.Attheerofthesquare,hehappeoastastoresellinamesefastfoodwhichwasstillopen.HewasveryhungryandrememberedthatCharinahadgivenhimabowndabagofdogfoodforMaureen.Takingoutthebowlhescoopedsomedogfoodintoitandateashewalked.Butdogfoodwashardanddifficultforhumanstoswallowanddigest.Dimitrithoughtitwouldbebetterifhecouldsoftenitbysoakingitinwater,sohewalkedbacktothesmallVietoreandaskedtheownerforsomewater.Thenstoopinguhestreetlights,heatethefoodinhisbowlfeelingquitecarefree.“It’sfood,isn’tit?Ifadogcouldeatit,whynothumans?“hethought.

    Suddenlyheseemedtohearsomethingandstoppedchewiy,sightlesseyesstaredaheadatthenearbytgroundofthesquare,wheretherewasnograssorshrubs,butheseemedtohearthesoundofgrasshoppersorcricketsjumpingaroundinthegrassoritcouldbethefeeblerustlingofthegrassassmalnimalswalkedoverit.

    “Ha,haDimitri”soundedMr.Finger’sfamiliarvoice.“Lookatyoueatingdogfood!Whata