Shocking memories from the Flea’s childhood
“It all happened when I was a child,” the Flea said, returning to the subject after a while, and becoming serious.
At that moment, the little Worm frowned. He whispered to the Flea, in a wonder:
“I don’t understand a thing! You were a child, you were saying? What: even little children can be brought in a courtroom? But they don’t do mistakes in a conscious manner!”
The Flea nodded his assent:
“Yes! In our lands, even children can be put on trial!” he whispered. “They put manacles on their hands and they make them sit without mercy on the cold seat of judgement, which not only deprives them of freedom, but also takes from these poor folks even the ‘manna’ of their souls. You couldn’t even have imagined something like this, could you?”
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