Book3:WereMyDreamIs

edpenandmadeafewstrokesonthebill,butnothingged.Thentakingtheneerandherubbedthehundred-dolrbillonitbutnoeoffeither.“Thislooksokayandperhapsisnotterfeit”hethought.Thedwarflookedonandughed.

    “Youwon’tfindanythingfwswiththisbill”hesaid.

    “Thenthere’ssomethingwrongwithit?”askedtheowner.

    “Ofcoursenot”heamended,awarethathealmostgavetheshowaway.“Thisisagenuinebillsoyouwillnotfindanythingwrongwithit.”TheowookdownabottleofgoodwhiskeyfromtheshowcaseandgaveittoDwarfMickeytogetherwiththege.DwarfMickeytooktheliquorandpushedthegebacktotheownersaying,“That’sforyou.”Theownerwasveryhappyandthankedhimprofusely.TheyounggirlcarriedDwarfMickeyouttothepavementahimdownontheground.

    “Thankyou,mygood