Book3:WereMyDreamIs

d.Butdogfoodwashardanddifficultforhumanstoswallowanddigest.Dimitrithoughtitwouldbebetterifhecouldsoftenitbysoakingitinwater,sohewalkedbacktothesmallVietoreandaskedtheownerforsomewater.Thenstoopinguhestreetlights,heatethefoodinhisbowlfeelingquitecarefree.“It’sfood,isn’tit?Ifadogcouldeatit,whynothumans?“hethought.

    Suddenlyheseemedtohearsomethingandstoppedchewiy,sightlesseyesstaredaheadatthenearbytgroundofthesquare,wheretherewasnograssorshrubs,butheseemedtohearthesoundofgrasshoppersorcricketsjumpingaroundinthegrassoritcouldbethefeeblerustlingofthegrassassmalnimalswalkedoverit.

    “Ha,haDimitri”soundedMr.Finger’sfamiliarvoice.“Lookatyoueatingdogfood!Whatawretchedandmiserableendyouhaveeto!