The Flea and the tomcats’ weakness
“From up there in the Hurt Tomcat’s eye, I was listening, in shock, to all the idiocies those cats were imagining. Poor cats,” the Flea nodded his head in disgust – “giving themselves airs of importance when chasing all species of rats on the wide plains! But, deep down, they were just cowards! Only their instinct made them act bravely so they would gain their food.
“I suddenly felt I was gaining courage!” the Flea turned to the little Child again. “The hope there might be a chance to get away alive out of all that had started to shine in my soul! The little star on the forehead of the tomcat with the frayed ear gave me confidence. How naive I was. In only a matter of seconds, everything was to fall apart.”
“Why?” the little Worm asked, in a faint voic
