Book3:WereMyDreamIs

Thetwoofthemwerequitecooperativeandclosedtheireyes.Dimitrithrewthediamondinhishandhighintothesky.Histwoloyalservants,CreativityandImagination,quicklypoiheirfreehandtowardstheskyandallofasuddenmurmursofthundercouldbeheard.Theheavensopenedandadelugeofrainfallpoureddownfromtheskies,followedbythesoundepiecesofhailhittingtheground.Mr.Fingercouldn’ttrolhiscuriosityandslittingopenhiseyesatinybit,peekedout.Hesawthatititchdarkbothinsideandoutsidethegoldpadnothingcouldbeseen,soheclosedhiseyesagain.Afterawhile,theyheardDimitrishout,“Stop!”andtherain,haindthunderhaltedabruptlylikewell-trainedsoldiersobeyingtheordersoftheirsuperiorsinstantaneously,withouttheleasthesitatiohingwasquietandDimitrisaid,“Openy