Book3:WereMyDreamIs
dead?Myslumberwasdisruptedandtherewaslittlehopeofmygoingbacktosleepagain.Theworsewassomeonepouredacupofthiswonderfulhundredflowerswiotheke.Itsfragrancereachedmeevenatthebottomoftheke,wakingupthewinewormsinmystomadtheybegantowreakhavocthere.WhatcouldIdo?Iamagluttonandanalcoholic,soIclimbedonshoreandhereIamagain!Youpeoplearereallyselfish.Youareenjoyingthiswonderfulfoodandwineanddon’tevenaskmetojoinin.That’sreallytoobadofyouandnothowgoodfriendsshouldtreateachother!”KingDimitriughedloudly,puthishandsaroundDwarfMickey’sshouldersandsaid, “Don’tbeangry,mygoodfriend.Thereisanendlesssupplyofwinehere,allyoudrink.Iguaranteeyouhaveallyouwant,how’sthat?” “OldfriendMickey”saidMr.Kaffeeholdinguph