Book3:WereMyDreamIs
eahatDwarfMickeyhadleftbehindahedipidatedlittletemple.RichardhadreadtheshortoDimitrioverthetelephone,soDimitrikhelittleoldman’siiontosinktothebottomofSunMooogetherwithhistreasures.Richardhadspeerpartofthenightinthemaze-likestreetstryingtotrackdownDwarfMickeyandMr.Ficouldfindnoclueoftheirwhereabouts.ItwasthenthathecameuponBig-O,pantingfromhissearch.Thetwoofthemputtheirheadstogetheranddecidedthatinsteadofseargrandomlytheyshouldgobacktothedipidatedoldtemple,whichwasthestpceRichardfoundtracesofthetwoandstartagainfromthere.TheysearchedthepcecarefullyandsawthewordsDwarfMickeyleftbehindohickdustofthealtar.HeimmediatelyreportedtoDimitri,whosaid, “Okay.Iknownow.Thetwoofyouhavebeenseargallnightan