Book3:WereMyDreamIs

aythroughthreatsandintimidation,Mr.Fingergedtactics.Hethrewhimselfonthegroundandbeganrollingaroundthumpinghishandsa,allthewhilewailingandgwithtearsandmucusalloverhisface,saying,

    “Ah,poorme!Howpitifulmylifeis!Idon’tknowwhhtmeontothisworld…Iamsosmall…IlyletmyselfbebulliedbyanyonebiggerthanIam…Ah,poorme…WhereareyouDimitri?equicklyandhelpme,Ibegyou…Ibegyou…”DwarfMickeywasafearlesssoulwhowasnotafraidofanything,buthefelthelplessagainstMr.Finger’srascallybehavior.Hispitifulwordsabouthissmallstaturesomehowgainedhissympathy,sohesaidtohim

    “Alright,alrightIsurrender.I’lltryandthinkofawaytogetyousomeliquor.Willyoustopnow?”HearingthatDwarfMickeywasbeginningtoturnaround,Mr.Fiooppedhiswailing,gotontohisfeetandopeninghiseyeswideasked,

    “That’sgreat!That’sgreat!Iwon’tcurseyouanymore.FromnowonIwon’tcallyouanoldson-of-a-bitcheither.Iwillcallyou‘white-hairedMickey’instead,how’sthat?Goquicklyamesomeliquor,otherwisethewinebugsinmystomachwillbecausingariot!”

    “Letmethink”saidDwarfMickeyrollinghiseyes.Thenhesaid,“Getmeapieceofpaper,anypaper.Iwillshowyouoneofmymagictricks.”Mr.Fingerwalkedalroundlookingforscrapsofpaperbutcouldnotfindanyinthenearbyarea.Suddenlyhiseyeslightedonadirtytissuesomeonehadusedandthendiscarded.HepickeditupgingerlyandgaveittoDwarfMickeysaying,

    “Justmyluckthatthereisn’tasingleshredofaperaroundwhenIneedohere’sonlythisdirtytissue.Willitdo?”

    “Noproblem”saidDwarfMickey.“Solongasit’spaper,itwilldo.”HegrabbeditfromMr.Fingerandclosedhisfistoverit.Thenheopene