“TodayImustmakeMr.Fiellmethesecretofplugflowersfromtheair.Thistrickisreallycool!Butifhewon’ttellme,whatshouldIdo?Hmm...Imustthinkofsomething...Right.Helovesalcohol.Ifhewon’tteachme,Iwillthreatentonhimfoodanddrinkforthreedays.Seeifhestandthat!Hemaybeabletogowithoutfoodforthreedays,buthewon’tbeabletosurvivewithoutalcoholforevenoneday!”Dornaflewalong,herheadfullofherownwishfulthinking.
Mr.Fiupearlyinthemandwalkedovertothebankoftheke.Whenthefogliftedandthesuhedazzlinggoldpacesuddenlyappearedmagicallybeforehiseyes.Mr.Fingerwassurprisedaahoughttohimself,
“Thislittlewifeofmineisreallyincredible.Iamveryproudofher.Iwonderhowshepletedherdifficultmission.Herpnisbeingrealizedstepbystep.Herwishishalffulfilled.Therestisuptome.Imustkeepmypromiseahemagicsword,bowandarrowsfromKingDimitri’sKingdossher.It’sdrivingmecrazy!Whydoesn’tsheebacktovisitme?IsshescaredofMedusa’seyes?Straosay,eventhergewhitefishhasdisappeared.Ihavewalkedbythesideofthekemanytimescallingtoher,butsheneverresponded.Yes,myloverwillebae.SheisjustafraidofbeingturostonebyMedusa.ImustgetridofthismohatIbereuhmybelovedwife.Yes,thatiswhatIshoulddo.”
AfterMr.Fingerwasexiledtothewilderness,hewasisotedfromtheoutsideworldandkonothingaboutwhatwasgoingon.Hedidnotknowthergewhitefishhaddied,thathiswifeViohadoccupiedGiantMountainwiththehelpofCyclopsandwasptingattagKingDimitri’space.MeanwhilelikeMr.Finger,Viowasanxiouslywaitingforanopportunity.Mr.Fingerrememberedhataverylongtimeago,Hefoundpartofalostmanuscriptinapileofoldpapers.Itieceofpaperwithastrange,simplesketch.Theannotationsonthesidesaiditwasatalisman,along-lostsecrethandeddownthroughtheages.Youneedonlydrawitonapieceofpaperorsomething,attachittothepersonyouwishtocastaspellon,thentcertainintationsandyouwillbeabletopletelytrolthewilndsoulofthatperson.Heorshewillthenuioninglycarryoutyourwishesandands.Heorshewillevendieifyouandit.Mr.Fingersecretlydrewthetalismanonatulip,intendingtouseitonDornaasanexperimenttoseeifitreallyworked.Hemurmured,“ThiswillbeuptothewillofheavenasIamnotatallsureoftheoute.ThesuccessoffailureofVio’spnforrevengeisinthehandsofheaven...”JustthenMr.FingersawabckdotintheskiesingquicklytowardshimawasDornaonherflyingbringhimfoodandwine.Hisheartstartedpoundiementandanticipation,likeapredatorwaitingforthecetopounhisvictim.
Dornajumpeddownfromherflyingbroomwhenshereachedthebankoftheke.Herbroomremainedfloatinginmidairabout3-4feetfromtheground.Smilingandcarryingthepaperbagoffoodanddrinks,DornacametowardsMr.Finger,aitingforherbythestrawhut.
“Go,Mr.Finger.eaIbroughtyoutoday”shesaidasshespreadoutthedishesoftastyfoodbeforehim.Thenshebroughtoutabottleofwitantalizinglyunderhisnose,saying“Smellthisa’sgood.ItisthebestMouTai.Wantataste?”
“Ohyes,ofcourse,ofcourse”repliedMr.Finger,noddinghisheadrepeatedly.
“Ifyouwantthiswine...”saidDorna,quicklywithdrawingherhandandthewine,“youwillhavetoetotermswithme.”
“Ok.Ok.Anythingyouwant.Justtellme.”
“Iwantyoutoteachmehowtopluckflowersfromtheair.It’sreallycool!ItwouldbewonderfulifIcoulddoit,too!”
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