Book3:WereMyDreamIs

stature,notquiteupthsandthoughthewasold,uglyandhadawhitebeard.

    “You…you…you…”stutteredDwarfMickey,soangrythathecouldnotevenspeak.

    “Don’tlookatabookbythecover”saidRichard.“HemaybeshortbutheisarealMidas.Dohisgoldenopportunityslipaway.Ifyoudo,youwillregretitfortherestofyourlife.Youwillneverhaveasedce.”

    “Youartists”saidsheughingily.“Youguysarereallygreenifyouthinkyoutakemein.ThinkIwasjustborerday?I’vebeenoutmaneuveringintheworldsinceIwasachildandknowmywayaround.Scram.Getoutofhereandstopobstrugmybusiness.”

    “Good,good”sputteredDwarfMickey,soangrythathewasredintheface.“Youdon’tbelieveme?Iwillshowyou.”Hewavedhishandtowardstheemptystreet.Loandbehold!Aralong,brandnewbcklimousineapp