Book3:WereMyDreamIs

atDimitriwhojustleft?Ithoughtthatretreatingbacklookedfamiliar.Howehehasalittledogwithhim?Whosedogwasthat?WasthatmanreallyDimitri?”DwarfMickeyturnedaroundandraisedhisheadtolookathistwotall,stalwartfriends.

    “I’lnsweryourquestionster.Dimitrileftinahurrytosolveadifficultproblemthathadbeengivinghimalotofheadaches.HeistryingtountieaGordianknotwhichheientlytiedwithsomeo’snotdistracthim…”Sayingso,heshookhisheadrepeatedlywithaicalsmile.RichardandJamazexgedaknowingghetwoofthemhadbeenpartnersforsolongthattheycoulduandeachotherwithoutwords.

    “Hey,Dwarf”saidRichard,“Youseemdepressed.Let’sgoandhaveagoodtime;that’llcheeryouup.eoothecar.”DwarfMickeygotintothesilendsatbetweewofriends.Richardstartedu