Book3:WereMyDreamIs

iscupofwine.“Ireally,reallymissedyou!eon,Iwilldrinktoyou,cheers!”EveryonehelduptheircuptoDwarfMickeyandtalkingandughiiedtheircups.Fromthenon,thefriendstoastedeachotherinthespiritofbonhomieforeveryceivablepurposeandhadaroodtime.Theseeightmen,whosefriendshipstartedinthemundaneworldwereuogetheragainincamaraderieintheKingdomofDreams.

    Thesunwassetting,cthecloudsiernskyintfmihegrassswayedgentlyintheeveningbreezeasiftheytoowereslightlyintoxicated.Thegoldpacegaveoffahazy,dreamlikebrilliance.

    “Ireally’tbelievemyeyes!”excimedMr.Kaffeewithdeepfeeling“Howcouldsuchasublimeandmagnifitpacemadeofsolidgoldexistonthesepins?It’smindbogglingthatsuchathingcouldhappen.Aremyeyesfoolingme?”

    “Icouldn’