Book3:WereMyDreamIs

thehorizon.Perhapsithadlostitsdireandhadgoneadrift,Soitwaslaimlesslyaroundthepinsandprairie,loathetoleave.Thegentlespringbreezeblewonsoftly,overandover,badforth.

    Thespringbreezewaslikeanaughtyuronhisfirstdayofadventuringtotheoutsideworld.Everythingwascurious,freshandohim.Atthemoment,herowlingaroundfreelyinAisha’sbackyard.Look!Anever-wideningcircleofripplesmarredthesmoothsurfaceofthewaterintheswimmingpool.Thatnaughtyurmustbestoopingbythesideofthepoolrufflierwithhissmallhandsforfun.Theswingbytheeroftheayingrhythmically.Itmustbehimagainoscilting,flyinganddangintempowiththebreeze.’tyouhearhisgurglingughterresoundingintheair?Inthegarden,buddingflowersswayedanddahespringbreeze,asifthenaughtyu