The little Silk Worm’s doubts
While listening to the Flea, all trace of smile was lost from the little Silk Worm’s face. “My friend is very young,” he said to himself. “When did he have the time to pass through courtrooms? For what reason did he end up there? What wrongs could he have done?!”
The little Child was anxious. The Flea seemed to be a kind young person, but who knows what he could be capable of? The old ancestors of the silkworms often said that in order to really know somebody, you have to discover the purity of their soul. But you need time for this. For some people, not even a lifetime is enough to know their neighbour.
“Flea…,” the little Worm whispered, barely audibly. “How did you end up in the court of justice? You didn’t happen to have been on trial? What happened? Wh
