“I’ll think for you,” said Drice. And suddenly
Momma Pickle and Poppa Pickle and the whole Kitchen
Club were leaning on the cushions, sleeping softly. Then
the boat filled up with the Lonesome Lady, and Crispin
the Cucumber, The Man Without a Bed or a Penny, and
the Astronaut, and all the nice creatures Henry had ever
met were snuggled up in the dreamboat.
Drice drifted along. Dawn was coming up and
bathed the ocean in a beautiful soft light. Henry sat in
front and watched the beautiful sunrise.
“Gee, thanks, Drice,” said Henry. “I’ll never forget
this. if only it were
really
real!”
“Oh dear,” said Drice. “You’re forgetting already. It
is
real if you remember it later. And what’s more, some
day later, it happens
again
, just like this! Really!”
“
Really
?” said Henry.
“Really,” said Drice. “I promise. Only bad dreams
aren’t real. But they do ruin nice dreams sometimes,
though.”
Suddenly there was a swoosh, and a storm started
to rock the boat.
“Drad, you bad dream, go away please,” said Drice,
the nice dream.
“No!” said Drad, the bad dream. “No, No, NO,” and
soon the boat began to rock harder.
“Please,” called Drice. “Please!” But it was too late.
Drad the bad dream swooshed so hard, he knocked
Drice over and she began to sink, with Henry perched
on her back. All Henry’s company struggled about in the
water.
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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