Book3:WereMyDreamIs

”headmohedogughingly.“That’snotthewaytoeatapopsicle.Letmeteachyouhowtodoit.”Hebitoffapiece,cheweditinhismouthandthenswallowedthesweet,soothing,icyslush.Maureenquicklyuoodanddidthesame.Someicefellontheground,buthepaiditnoheedanddidolickitfromthegrouherdidhesmelroundtelephonepolesorbushes,thusprovinghewasawell-mannereddog.Themanaookalteresofthepopsidsoonpolisheditoff.Acrossthestreetsomeyoungschoolboysjustletoutofschool,wereughing,talkingandhorsepying.Maureenbarkedatthem.Uandingthatthelittleeheboysandwouldliketogotoschooltoo,Dimitritookhiminhisarmssaying,

    “Ifyouwerealittleboy,youwouldbethemostloveableandcleverlittlestudent.Butyouarenot.Let’shopethatinyourinationyoucouldhaveahumanform.”Sayi