Book3:WereMyDreamIs

DwarfMickey.“ThatisnotwhatImeant.Ithinkweshouldpayequattentiononbothworlds.Thatwouldbetheidealmodeofapproach.”Thefatichopsbegantodropontothecharcoalfireandproducedasizzlingsound.SoonRichardbroughtepteofmouth-wateringcrispymbchopsperfectlygrilledtoagoldenbrown,givingoffaigaromaandservedthemtohisfriendssaying,

    “Heyguys,youmustbehungrysolet’sallstarteatingandstoptalkingaboutthisbtroublesomephilosophicalstuff.Leavethattotheintellectuals.Weshouldtrateoingourmeatanddrinkingourliquor.Isn’tthatmorepractical?”Everyoneughedaowithgusto.

    “Youguysjusttalkedaboutsomecasesofjewelry.Whatwasthatabout?”askedmr.Kaffee.Afriendofmiioomeretlythathewaoselloffhisjewelrybusiness.Ithinkthatheishavingmoroubl