Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ontheshapeofahook.Hethreadedtheeyeoftheneedlewithsomesilkthreadandtiedadeadknot.Thenwadingintoshallowwater,hemaocatunnamediwhichhepiercedwithhishookedouseaslivebaitanddecidedtotryhisluckatfishing.Hetimisticbecausethepreviouslydeadkeseemedtohaverevivedashehadcaughtglimpsesoffishandshrimpsswimmingaroundjustnowwhenhewadedintoit.Thebluewatersofthekewereoncemoreingtolife.Hethrewhisbaitfaroutintothewaterhopingtobeluoughtocatallfishorshrimpforbreakfast.Hesatidlybythebankoftheketowaitfortheoute.Boredbynotreceivinganynibble,hebeganpullingathismake-shiftfishingrodandsawhisthreadsinkdownasifthehookhadcaughtohing.Greatlyexhirated,hepulledhisthreadinchbyinchbacktowardsndbutbegantohavedoubtswhehreadthoughheavyshowednosignle.Surelyalivefishorshrimphoweversmallwouldputupastrugglewhencaughtandhewouldfeelthetensionohread.Hefeltnothing.Whenthefishhookfinallyemergedfromthewater,Mr.Fingerwasgreatlydisappointed.Hehadcaughtadeadfishwithitswhitebellyturnedupwards.Justthenheheardabarelyaudiblecryforhelp.“Helpme!Helpme!Dome!Please,Ibegofyou.”Mr.Fingerexaminedhiscatchmorecarefullyandsawthatatinyfigurewasgingdesperatelytothetailofthedeadfish.Hisheartfeltasifpunchedbyaheavyobjedhethoughtthatinthiswide,wideworld,therecouldneverbeatlewomanthesamesizeashe.Thismustbehisbelovedwife,Vio.Butwhatwasshedoingfloatingier,gingtothetailofadeadfish?Therewasnotimeforsper.Fingerusedallthestrengthofhislittlebodyandfinallysucceededinpullingthedeadfishtoshore.HepriedopenVio’sicycoldhandswhichwasstillgraspingthefishwithade