Book2:KigdomIteDreams

fthemhadbeenapartforquitesometimeandbothhadaloneedforsatisfa.Theywentatitvigorouslyformostofthenightuntiltheywereexhaustedandfelsleepcspedineachother’sarms.Headonthepillow,ViostilldidnettoadmonishMr.Finger,

    “Think.Thinkagain,myloveaboutowersyouhave.Iwanttoavengemymother.Iwantitverybadlyasyouknow.”

    “Yes.Yes,Iknow.Iwillrackmybrainsagain.Perhapssomethingwilleup.It’ste.Let’ssleep.”

    Viowokeupatthecrackofdawm.Rubbinghersleepyeyes,sherememberedthatsomethingbigposedtohappenthatday.Slippingoutofbed,shewalkedovertothetreeholeandlookedoutatthegoldpace.Shesawthefurhefootofthemountainweregoingatfullbstandmanysmallboatswerebusysailingtoandfrironingotsandfirewoodforthefurnaces.

    “Somethi