Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ewherafficwasheavyandtherewerelotsofpedestriansingandgoing.Thatmeanthehadbeensleepingforalmostonewholeday.Helookedaroundandfirmedthathehadnotmovedandwasstiltthesamesquare. “WhereisDimitri?”hewondered.“Hehasdisappeared!Thatbstedolddogjustupawithoutwakingme!”Buttheericallysppedhimselfonhischeeksandmuttered,“ItwasDimitriwhogedmylife.Heismysavior.Ishouldnotbefoul-mouthinghimbehindhisback.”Hisheartgavealurchwheacold,wetpatthecrotchofhistrousers,butthenherememberedthatstnightheoncemorevisitedDimitri’sKingdomofDreamswhereheagainsatonKingDimitri’spuregoldthroheairwasfullofwonderfulmusidanendlessarrayofthemostdeliciousfoodwasbroughtbeforehiheywerepaceattendantswhosedutywastoseetohiseverywant.Aft