Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第173/327页)

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    “Gosh!”hethought.“Thisdoesit!Howereplytoanofferlikethisfromabeautifundcssydy?IfIrefuseshewillfeelrejected,repulsedandsohumiliatedthatI’mafraidshewouldjumprightdownasteepcliffifonewasnearby.Imagination!Whereareyou?Ineedyourhelp.Showyourselfimmediately!”

    Imaginationaivitywereholdinghand,talkingandughinguheshadeofthetalltreewhensuddenlyImaginationbecamestill.ShehadreceivedthecallforhelpfromKingDimitri.HeturoCreativityandsaid,

    “Ourmasterisintroubleandhascalledmeforhelp.Imustgoahimoutofwhateverpreditheisin.Youstayhere.I’llbeback.”

    “redithebein?”inquiredCreativity,quitepuzzled.“Wasalkinganimatedlywithabeautifulwomahemoonlightamidstthebeautifulroses?Whathelpcouldheneedfromyou?”

    “Thatbeautifulwomanisthetrouble!”repliedImagination.“Shehasofferedherselftoourmasterwhodoesn’tknowwhattodo.That’swhyheiscallingtomeforhelp.”

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    “Offeredherselftohim?Isn’tthatagoodthing?Ifyeinnow,youwouldbedisruptingtheirintimatetete-a-tete.”Imaginationgavehimawhiteeyeandsaid,

    “YouarereallydensesometimesCreativity.Youshouldknowhowourmaster’smindworksbywistaroundhimlikewebsthatrefusetogoawayandareimpossibletountahat’swhyheiscallingtomeforhelp.”Shewasabouttowalkoutoftheshadewheivitygrabbedholdofherarmsaying,

    “Isensefive,sixpeopleingtowardstherosegarden.Theseareevilpersonsaonogood.”

    “Ihavenotimetodealwiththesepeople”saidImagination.“MymastercallsandImustgotohimimmediately.Onlyawomandealwithaffairsoftheheart.Iwillgoaheseruffiansforyoutodealwith.”

    “Noproblem”repliedCreativity.“Leavethesethugstome.”Imaginationthenwalkedoutoftheshadetowardsthebedsofroses.

    Davidrealizedthatthereweresomepeoplemovingaroundhim.Beforeheuoodwhatening,hiscolrwastightlygraspedbyroughhandswhichpulledhimupandsppedhimsopowerfullyonthefacethatbloodsproutedfromhisnoseandmouth.

    “WhotheFKsentyouheretospyonus?”growledalowmasevoice.“Whatareyoudoingonourturf?Areyousnoopioreporttoyourboss?Whoishe?”BeforeDavidhadtimetogatherhiswitstoreply,themanjerkeduphisstrong,massivekneeandhitDavid’sstomachseveraltimesslythathewasdizzywithpainandlosttrolofhisbowels.Themahrewtheoldmantothegroundindisgustandkickedhimviciously,saying,“Talk!Whosentyouhere...What?You’renottalking...Good!Ihaven’tkilledanyoneforquiteafewdaysandI’mraringtogo.Whydon’tIpractiyou?Iwillcrackyourheadopenandyournoodlesflowout!Waitandsee…”Sayingso,hetookagunoutofhispocketandpoiatDavid’sforehead.Infearanddesperation,Davidcriedout,

    “Dimitri!Dimitri!Helpme…Dimitri!Dimitri!Help...”

    “What,youdaretomakeachmeshootyhtnow!”Justashewasabouttopullthetrigger,ashortmanwithanarrowforeheadandpointedheadwalkedoutoftheshadows.Hiseyeswerelikethoseofamouse,dartingaroundfurtively,advertisithatthiswasamanharbeviliionsandfullofwickedideas.Hecaughttheman’sarmandsaid,

    “Notsofast,boss.Listen,Ihavesomethingimportanttotellyoufirst.”

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    “WhattheFK!”gruhemanimpatiently.“Scram!’tyouseeI’mbusy?”Theshuypulledhimovertothesideandasked,

    “EverheardofadudecalledDimitriJa,boss?”

    “No.Whoishe?Neverh