Book3:WereMyDreamIs

“Treasure?Whattreasure?Whereisit?”askedMr.Fingerurgently.

    “Thetreasureistherebehierfall”answeredViopointingtothewaterfalliance.“Iburieditthereandnowithasagainemerged.Thevalueofthistreasuretrovefarsurpassesthatofthegoldpace.Iwasfortunateenoughtosurviveunthinkabledisastersandhaeprofitedfrommymisfortunesinregainingmytreasures.”Mr.Fingerlookedtowhereshepointedanduheluminousmoonlightwiththefrothyarticlesdangintheair,hesawamagnifitmulti-coloredrainbowinthenightskyspanningacrosstheke.Thesightwassogloriouslyrespleandawe-inspiringthatbothVioandMr.Fingerexcimedindelightaement.

    “Look,howbeautifulitis!”saidMr.Finger.“Ihaveseenight.Howmagiatureis!ThatperhapsbecalledoneofNature’streasures.”Vioya