Book3:WereMyDreamIs

hinghardontheground.Hepickeditupandsawitwasanoldrustybrooise.

    “Putthatbackwhereyoufoundit.It’snotforsale”saidtheoldwoman.

    “Whatrot”saidEmmanuelcrudely.“Whatisitdoinginyourstoreifit’snotforsale?”

    “Itbelongstoawhite-beardeddwarfwholeftitwithmefiftyyearsago.Hesaidhewouldbebackforit,buthenevercameback.However,Iwillkeepmypromiseaforhim.Putitbackwhereitbelongs.”

    Emmanuelrefusedtolistentotheoldwoman’sexpnations.Peelingouttendolrsfromhiswallet,hethrewitoableandwalkedquicklyoutofthestore.“Hey!Hey!Hey!eback!Robber!Thief...”criedtheoldwoman.Butperhapsbecauseshewasold,feebleandnotabletowalkveryfast,shedidnotrushoutafterhim.ThusEmmathisbrooisebycheatingtheoldwomanoutofherantiqueandpay