Book3:WereMyDreamIs

atthislittlemancouldnotdistinguishbetweenrightandwrong,goodandevil.Ifaershisbrainheableofcarryingitardlessofsequences.Herolledhiseyesaroundandthoughtofapn.HesmiledatMr.Fingerandsaid,

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    “Hey,oldfriend,haveyouhadanywioday?Ihavethisbottleofexcellentliquor.Wanttotrysome?Thenightislongandwedon’thaveanythingtodo.Whataboutwhilingawaythenightwithgooddrinks?”DwarfMickeywaogetthelittlemandrunksohecoulddealwithhimandhekhatwinewasohingMr.Fingercouldneverrefuse.Ihelittlemantookthebaitandhismouthwateredattheprospectofgoodwine.Heswallowedhissalivaashismouthwateredandhesaid,

    “Where’syourwine?Bringitout.Bringitout.Thewinebugsinmystomacharerioting!”DwarfMickeyjumpeddownfromthealtaranddoveuheta