Book2:KigdomIteDreams
idIshoulddiebecauseIhavewrittenmymasterpiece?Iwastoonaiveandshallowtheookhersilverpistolfromthedrawerandthought,“Thisterriblethingalmosttookmylifeaway.Ishouldremainonthisearth.Ihadbetterburyit.”Puttingonherwalkingshoesandpullingherbountifulhairintoatightponytail,shetookherpistondwalkedintothegarden.Shedugadeephole,threwinthesilverpistondthencovereditwithsoil.Suddenly,aninspirationstruckher. “Everysedisabright,shinydiamond”.Thesimpletaskofdiggingaholeandburyingapisththerpoeticvisiohought, “Myforteisshort,impromptupoems.Isitwithinmypowertowritealong,grandandmagnifitepi?Ialktoelleaboutit.Shealwaysgivesmegoodandmeaningfudvice.Butelleisafigureinmydreams.WhereamItofihismundaneworld?Sheto