Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ndheagainyontheolddwarf’shandanddrank.Whenhisthirstwasfinallysatisfiedafterafewmorerounds,Mr.Fitedhistummyandsighedtently,“Thewinebugsinmytummyarefinallysatisfied.Ohyes,thatyoungwomandroppedapieceofpaper.Whatwasit?”

    “It’salottoticket.Itmightbringhergreatluck.”

    “Letmeseeit.Letmeseeit”heordered.

    “Whatdoyouwanttolookatitfor?Youdon’tknowanythingaboutit.”Takiicketoutofhispockethereadthesixfiguresoutloudandtoldthelittleman.“Therearesixfiguresonthisticket.Everyohemhastofitthehateoutofthelottomaeiowinthegrandprize.”

    “That’stoohard.I’mnotiedinitatall.”

    “IfyouwereiedIcouldeasilyletyouwinthefirstprize.Don’tfetIamthegodofwealthinchargeofallthewealthintheworld.Imakeanythinghappen.Howaboutit?Begme,kow-towtomeandIwillletyouwin.”

    “Evenifyoutakeallthemoheworldandputitbeforemyeyes,Iwon’tevenlookatit.Ofwhatuseismoney?moneybuyawomanofmysize?No.WhatIwantisawomanthatsuitsme.Ofwhatuseisallthemoheworldtome?all.”

    “Iuandyoursorrow”sighedDwarfMickey.“IknowbecauseIsufferfromthesamemady.Whereyoufindawomanthesizeofafihatwouldsuityou?Takemeforinstance.Iambiggerandtallerthanyou,butIamamidget.WhereIfindfemalemidgetforamate?I’mafraidthatyouandIaredestiobesolitarybachelorsourwholelives.”Onthisbeautifulspringday,whenthewarmsunwasshiningandflowerswereblooming,thetwolovelornbachelorsisatinthenarrowalleytryingtodrowntheirsorrowwithliquor.Butas,noamountofwineakethemfetthesorrowintheirhearts.

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    Ashadowstreakedpasttheentrandthenturnedbadehealley.Itwastheyoungwomanwithshor