Book3:WereMyDreamIs

t,chichaircutwhohadjusthelpedDwarfMickeyattheliquorstore.Shewaswearingthefadedbluejeansandsleevelesst-shirtandwasseargthegroundilyasiflookingforsomething.Assoonasshegotonthebus,shediscoveredthatshehadlostherlottoticket.Thoughitwasworthonlyadolr,itrepresentedallthewealthshepossessed.Sheowedadebtofunimaginablesizeandhadtopincheverypenny.Ofcourse,thedebtwasofherownchoosing,somethiookonasherresponsibility,foritwasinceivableforayounggirllikehertohavegotteninsodeepallbyherself.EngrossedinhersearchshewasunawareofhersurroundingsanddrewowhereDwarfMickeywassitting.

    “Mygood-heartedyoungdy,whatareyoulookingfor?Coulditbethislottoticket?”Theyounggirlraisedherheadandsawtheolddwarfholdingasmallpieceofpaperinhishand.Hereyeslightedupandexcimed,

    “Ohyes,that’sit!IwaslookingforthelottoticketIjustbought.Imightjusthitthejack-pot.Whoknows?”

    “Couldyoutellmewhyyouwanttowinthejack-pot?PerhapsImightbeabletohelp.”

    “Noonehelpme”sighedtheyounggirl.“Ioweahugedebt.EvenifIwasabletohitthejack-pot,itwouldonlybeafraofwhatIowe.”

    “Howmueydoyouowe?”askedMr.FingerwhohadfinallyfinisheddrinkingthewineinDwarfMickey’shandandraisedhisheadtojoinintheversation.“Thisoldguy,thislittledwarfwillbeabletohelpyou.”WhenMr.Finger’seyesectedwiththoseoftheyounggirl,bothofthemrecoiledasifstruckbylightning.

    “Sohereyouare,Mr.Finger”excimedtheyounggirngrily.“IfIhadakeninbyyourdastardlytrick,KingDimitri’sKingdomwouldnothavebeeroyedbyfireaainlywouldnothavebeentakehebarbariantribes.Doyouknowhowmanybravewarrior