Dr. Herbert Benjamin
dra dra deeee dum, dee dee dum’?”
“Yes,” said Henry. “That is
just
the tune I played!
You probably heard me in your sleep. It’s from the
overture to the pickle concerto for solo pickle with
piccolo.”
Peter leaned back on his pillow. “I must be
dreaming,” he said.
“Pinch yourself,” said Henry.
Peter pinched himself.
“See,” said Henry. “That’s Proof. If you’re
dreaming and you pinch yourself, then you wake up.”
Peter pinched himself again. “Ouch!” he said.
“You’re right. I’m
not
dreaming.”
“See, what did I tell you!” said Henry. “Say, what’s
it like to be a Person?” he asked.
“Oh, you have your ups and downs. It’s pretty
tough at times.”
“Like when?” asked Henry.
“Well, like when Momma or Poppa make me stay
in the house.”
“I can understand that!” said Henry.
“Or,” Peter went on, “like when they forbid me to
whistle. I just love to whistle, but it bothers my mother.”
“Hm,” said Henry, “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you
just
charm
them with a whistle?”
Peter’s eyes opened wide. “How could I do that?
Could you teach me how, to do
that
?”
“Sure,” said Henry. “I’ll show you. Now just listen
to this tune. It’s a real People-Peaser.” And Henry
played a few mysterious notes on his piccolo. “When
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