Book2:KigdomIteDreams

omethi.Fillingmystomachistheimportantthingtodo.”Butthehought,

    “What’swrongwithpyingthesemindgames?Theywhileawaytheabundantleisuretimewhidsheavyonmyhands.”

    Colorfulfallenleavespavedthegroundandthenrustlingofdryleavesblownaboutbythewindfilledtheair.Inthemidstofthis,ahoarseoldvoicecouldbeheardsayingexasperatedly,

    “JustwhenImaosweepthemallintoapile,thewindesandscattersthemalloverthepceagain!IfIstillhadmymagicflyingbroom,Icouldhavesweptthemallupirokesandputtheminabag.IknowitmustbenaughtygirlDornawhotookmybroomawayandhidit.NowIampletelystudotgowhereIwanttoanymore.YoujustwaittillIgetmyhandsonthatgirl!She’llhaveiting.....”HearingthefamiliarvoidthementionofDornaandamagicflyingbroom,Dim