Book3:WereMyDreamIs

Hispitifulwordsabouthissmallstaturesomehowgainedhissympathy,sohesaidtohim

    “Alright,alrightIsurrender.I’lltryandthinkofawaytogetyousomeliquor.Willyoustopnow?”HearingthatDwarfMickeywasbeginningtoturnaround,Mr.Fiooppedhiswailing,gotontohisfeetandopeninghiseyeswideasked,

    “That’sgreat!That’sgreat!Iwon’tcurseyouanymore.FromnowonIwon’tcallyouanoldson-of-a-bitcheither.Iwillcallyou‘white-hairedMickey’instead,how’sthat?Goquicklyamesomeliquor,otherwisethewinebugsinmystomachwillbecausingariot!”

    “Letmethink”saidDwarfMickeyrollinghiseyes.Thenhesaid,“Getmeapieceofpaper,anypaper.Iwillshowyouoneofmymagictricks.”Mr.Fingerwalkedalroundlookingforscrapsofpaperbutcouldnotfindanyinthenearbyarea.Sudd