Dr. Herbert Benjamin
“Oh,” said Henry, “I wish I were a Person!”
“Do you?” said Dreet. “We can fix that!” Suddenly
Henry turned into a Person.
“Glad to meet you, Prince Person,” said Dreet.
“Another dance?” Henry danced faster and faster
around the deck with Dreet. The music stopped and
Henry became a pickle again.
“Oh,” said Henry, “I guess the dream is over.”
“Oh no,” said Dreet. “It’s not over! Which do you
like best,” she asked, “being Prince Person, or Henry?”
“Both,” said Henry. “Both are wonderful. I don’t
know which is better, a pickle or a Person.”
“See,” said Dreet, “You can be happy any way you
want. Not only in dreams. . . .”
Suddenly the sky got black.
“Please, Droom!” said Dreet, looking up in the sky.
“Please wait a while!”
“No!” zoomed Droom, the Worst Kind of Dream
There Is. “No! Here I come!”
“Prepare yourself, Henry,” said Dreet. “Be brave!
The worst kind of dream is coming. Don’t forget me! I
can’t help you any longer, but Drinch can! He pinches
you when the dream gets to the worst part and you can’t
pinch yourself. Don’t forget to call Drinch! Goodbye,
Henry. Goodbye!” and a terrible black cloud zoomed
across the sky.
“Goodbye, Dreet, goodbye,” called Henry. “I’ll
never forget you! Oh, thank you so much.”
Boom! Bang! Crash! It began to storm. Lightning
hit the beautiful big dreamboat and it crashed into the
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