Book3:WereMyDreamIs
annerswerequiterepulsive.Butasshegrewtoknowhimbetter,shediscoveredthathewasquitewittyandhumorousandwasalovableoldman.Hewasveryold,withsnowwhitelongwhitebeardandeyebrows,buthatedtobecalledold.Ifyoudidso,hewouldflyinteandturnhisbayou.CharinaturoDimitriandasked,“RichardreadyouthenoteoverthephonesayingDwarfMickeydecidedtogodowntothebottomoftheSunMooogetherwithhistreasures.Doesitmeanhewillitsuicide?Willhereallydie?” “Idon’tknow”repliedDimitri.“IotansweryourquestionbecauseIdon’thavetheanswer.Asyousaid,anythinghappenintheKingdomofDreams.Nothingisimpossible.Itisnotaquestionofyesorno.IthasnoahereforeIotansweryourquestion. Inthewideexpanseofblueskies,awhitedovecouldbeseenflyingfreelyintheblu