Book3:WereMyDreamIs
urewasgingdesperatelytothetailofthedeadfish.Hisheartfeltasifpunchedbyaheavyobjedhethoughtthatinthiswide,wideworld,therecouldneverbeatlewomanthesamesizeashe.Thismustbehisbelovedwife,Vio.Butwhatwasshedoingfloatingier,gingtothetailofadeadfish?Therewasnotimeforsper.Fingerusedallthestrengthofhislittlebodyandfinallysucceededinpullingthedeadfishtoshore.HepriedopenVio’sicycoldhandswhichwasstillgraspingthefishwithadeathlikegrip.Shehadbeeninthecoldwaterfortoolongandhadlostsomuchbodyheatastobealmostonthepointofdeath. Mr.Fingerpcedhisbelovedlittlewifeobed.Evenhehimselfdidnotknowwherehefourengthtocarryherfromthebankoftheketothetreeholeandthenclimbupthestairsireewithheronhisback.Hefeltpletelyexhauste