Do not spit into the fountain from which you drank water
The Flea fell silent. He took a break to rest his vocal cords. The little Worm took advantage of the moment of respite and asked:
“How come – not to spit in the fountain from which you drank water? Excuse me, I don’t understand!” he said naively.
“Do not spit into the fountain from which you drank water because there will be a time when you will be thirsty again,” the Flea started his reply dramatically. “How will you drink then, knowing that you spat in it earlier? This is a saying I heard back when we lived in the tail of an old cow. My, my, my! How we did swing when the flies wanted to sun themselves on the cow’s muzzle without paying for it!” the Flea recalled melancholy.
“What happened?” the little Worm woke him up from his
