Book3:WereMyDreamIs

eadthatnight.Nomatterhtheday,whatmorecouldoneaskoflifethantobeabletosleepfortablyatnightandhaveasweetdream?Maureeohavelockedontohistarget.Hebecameexcitedandagitatedrushinghtahead,pullingDimitrialongwithhim.Dimitricouldnotbutfollowbehier-skelter,holdingontothedogleadtappinghiswhiteefastandfuriouslyonthegroundtogethisbearings.Sureenough,Maureenturothealleyandstoppedinfrontofthedoorofthevatwarehouse,barkingloudly.Dimitriwasstartled.“Couldtheybehidingrighthereinthisemptywarehouse?HowwasitthatIhadnoinklingofitwhehenighthere?”Suddenly,Dimitrigedintohisheroicalteregoandspokeloudlyandmajesticallytotheclosedwindowsanddoor,“Mr.FingerandVio,Iknowbothofyouarehidingihere.Everywronghasitsculpritandeveryde