Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ozensofboxesautomaticallyclosedwithabangandinnotimethecavetiedofalltracesofthepartyingfigures,withnotasinglediamondremaining.ItwasonlythenthatVioandMr.FingersawDwarfMickeysittinginthemiddleofthecave,sopletelysousedthathecouldhardlykeephisdazedandblurryeyesopeiarastuddedwithahugerubywhichheworeonhisheadwasaskewbuthekeptdrinkingfromthepotinhishand.Thenhespoke,

    “Soyouarehere.Ikmustbeyoutwo,VioandMr.Fihediamondsyouhavestolenfrommehavealleback.Theyhavereturned,withnotasingleonemissing…”DwarfMickeystoodupandwalkedshakilytowardsawoodenbox.Proppinghimselfwithhisarms,hevaulteduptheboxandsatonit.Tiltinghishead,hetookanotherswingfromhispotofwine.HelookedatVioandsaid,

    “Itwasagreatideatostoreal