The Flea loses all hope
“My brain was blocked by fear,” said the Flea. “I wasn’t even thinking any longer! What chance did I have to stay alive? The predatory tomcat turned to me. He had a gaze which was turbid and malignant. He gritted his dirty fangs and said to the others:
‘Look at him! Look how he is holding onto that lance! There is no doubt he wanted to poke our comrade’s eye out! He probably wanted to take it as a trophy to the Realm of rats! I suspect this Flea is not alone, either!’ he said, after a few moments, during which time he gazed all around him.
“He squinted and smelled the air greedily, raising his hand menacingly in the same time, in order to impose silence on the group.
‘I think somewhere around here a great number of other fleas are waiting for him, in company wit
