Book2:KigdomIteDreams

isiontoburheredtreeandthought,

    “Whydon’tIgoinandseeifMr.Fihere.Ifheis,atthistimeofthenighthewouldbedeaddrunkanditwouldnotbehardtokillhim.”Takinganarrowfromherquiver,sheshaveditdowntothesizeofatoothpickwithhersword.Shemadethreeofthemandchosethesharpestoakewithher.Shegedherselftothesizeofafinger,brushedasidethewildgrowthctheholeaered.

    Mr.FingeruoodthatViointeokillhimwiththesharp-pointedwoodenspikeshejustmadeandwasveryangry.

    “Good!Iwilldothesametoyou!”hethought.HejumpedoutoftheshadyflowerpattothebrightmoonlightandpickedamongthewoodenspikesViohadleftbehindlookingforthesharperohelyhidhimselfagainamongtheflowers.Viocameoutofthetreehole,grinningwidely.Shedidn’tfindanytrar.Fingerinsid