Book2:KigdomIteDreams

butIburstfrommymother’swombatthatmomentorItoowouldhaveperisheduhesword!”

    Mr.Fingerwasalwaysveryetric,doingwhateverhefeltlike,wheneverhefeltlikeregardlessht,trueorfalse.Notwaitingtohearthewholestory,heflewinteandcried,

    “Rascal!Rascal!HedarestodothingsthatevenIdarenotdo!Don’tbeafraid.Iamhere.IsweartoGodforthelifeofmeIwillhelpyougetridofhim!“Viotinued,

    “Iwastileaobemasterofmyownasatthetime.Ifloatedintheairlikeadandelionseed,livingondewandhoney.IwastakenbythebreezeoverthewideexpanseofketothissideoftheKingdom.Wheoawoman’sform,IrealizedtomysorrowthatIwouldneverbeabletocrossthekeonmyownabacktotheotherside.DayandnightIseemtohearmymother’scriesandmoans.Sometimesthesecriesturlesummons,c