Book3:WereMyDreamIs

earhugsaying,

    “Myoldfriend!Myoldfriend!Youarehere.That’swonderful…Ihavemissedyousomuch!Howareyou?eon;tellmewhatyouhadbeendoingallthistime…”DwarfMickeywasbusywolfingdownthefood.Heswalloasinhismouthwithoutchewingproperly,dranksomeoftheexcellenthundredflowerwine,smackedhislipsandanswered,

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    “Oldmanme?Ihaven’tbeendoingmuch,justhavingagoodlohismIwaswokenupbythegofons,neighingofhorsesandshoutingofafewthousawasasifabigbattlewasbeingfoughtuphereonnd.Thentherewaspletesilence.IyandthoughtthatatsteveryonehaddiedandIcouldsleepsoundlyagain.Butthenafterawhiletherewereloudshoutsagainalloverthepcefollowedbysingingandmusicasifthedeadhadebacktolifeagain.Iwasthinkingwhattheheck.Why’tthedeadstay