Book3:WereMyDreamIs

loud.Astheygotherosegardewoofthembecamegreatlyexcited.Atthesametimeinthedarknessonthegroundbelow,sometallhuskyfiguresemergedfromtheshadowsandwererunningtowardstherosegarden.Oneoffigures,ashortmanwithpointedheadandsmallmouse-likeeyesstoppedtheoonsandrubbedhiseyessaying,

    “Heyguys!Didyouseetwobeautifulyounggirlsfshbyonthecloudsabove?Didyouseethem?”Hisboss,ahuskybrawnytoughguysnarled,

    “Shutyourtrap,yougoonywimp,something’swrongwithyoureyes.Whatbeautifulyounggirls?Allyouthinkofiswome’sgetonwithitandnotwastetime.Ifourquarryescapesitwillbeallfornothing!”Justastheywereabouttosetoffagain,twofiguresintheskiesabovesuddenlyjumpedoffthecloudsandfloatedlightlydowntardewofeathers.Thatmanwiththepo