Book3:WereMyDreamIs

pes.Hewasnotiedinthoseeithersohetiothefollowingonewhichwasabookshopwithallkindsofneersandmagazihefront.Hepeekedinsideandsawthatitwaslihbookshelvesfromfloortoceiling,andtherewasanareawhereerscouldsitandreadanddrinkcoffee.DwarfMickeywalkedin.Hecouldohebottomshelvesasthetopooohighforhim,sohecasuallygrabbedoneandfounditraphicmagazine.Justashewasentranced,avidlystaringatthepictures,agentle,admonishingvoicebehindhimsaid,

    “Ahmylittleboy,don’treadsuchtrash.It’snotgoodforyou.”Itwasawomanaboutfortyyearsold,amotherofthreeperhapswhohadagedwell.DwarfMickeyraisedhisheadandlookedathersaying,

    “It’sbadforme?Butlookingatthepicturesmakesmefeelyoungandstrongagain.InfactIthinktheyarebeneficialtome!”