Book2:KigdomIteDreams

tookherbroomandswattedatthefleeingfiguresaying,

    “Youwretchedman!You’rehereagaintostealthingsthemomentIhavemybackturned!”

    “Ha!Ha!Ha!”ughedtheoldman.“Ieal!IjusttakewhateverIwantmyself!”

    “Don’tyoueverdothatagaitimedIcatchyouIwillbreakys!”

    “Whoishe?”askedDimitri.

    “Whoknowswhoheis”repliedAmalia.“Retlysomehomelesspeoplehavebeenlaroundthisneighborhoodandheisohem–astrangelookingdwarfwithawhitebeard.Healwayssquatstherebytheeracrossthestreetdoingnothing.Whenaskedwhathewasdoingthere,hewouldsayhelikedthesmellofbakihathecouldextrautritionjustfromthearoma.Wheneveryourattentionisdistracted,hewouldsneakin,snatebreadorpastryandrun.Itoldhimagainandagaintherewasfreeday-oldfoodattheer,b