Book3:WereMyDreamIs
“I’msoahead.Idon’twanttobotheryou”saidthewomanhurriedly,greatlyembarrassedwhenshesawDwarfMickey’sdeeplywrinkledfadrealizedthathewasnotanaughtyyoungboyasshehadfirstassumedbyjustlookingathisback,butawhite-beardeddwarf.Justatthatmomelemaninhispocketwokeup,stretchedhisarmsandlegsandshouted,“Letmeout!Letmeout!”Thewomanlookedaroulysurprisedatthevoiingoutofnowhere.DwarfMickeyquicklycoveredupbysaying,“Oh,don’tbesurprised,thatonlyameicaltoyIhaveinmypocketthattalk.”Sayingso,heputthemagazinebatheshelfandquicklyleftthestore. DwarfMickeylefttheaisandwalkedonmakingseveraltwistsandturnsuntilhecametoaquiet,narrowalleywherenootherpedestrianswerewalkingby.OnlythendidhetakeMr.Fingercarefullyoutofhispoc