Book3:WereMyDreamIs

    “Whyareyouprayingtothosemudandwoodstatuesfor?Theyeitherseenorhearyou.Youarejustwastingyourtime.Whydon’tyoupraytome,aliveandrealgod?Ha-ha.Iseeyouareonlyafool.Ha-ha…”Mr.Fingerfollowedthisvoidsawintheshadowsohestleftsideofthealtarwasaatue.Hewalkedovertothestatueandsawthatithadwhitehairandalongwhitebeardandwaswearingasmallmelonlikecap.Why,wasn’tthatDwarfMickey?Mr.Fingerwasextremelyhappytoseehimandshouted,

    “Hey,DwarfMickey,oldbrother!Whatareyoudoinghereinthisdipidatedoldtemple?It’sarealcemeetingyouhere.Justmygoodluck.Lookslikemyluckisfinallyturning.HeyoldbrotherIneedyourhelp.Pleasehelpme…”DwarfMickeyinterruptedhimbeforehehadfinishedspeaking.Hewavedhimoversaying,

    “Hey,kneeldownands