We live for each other
An interesting discussion between the Flea and the little Worm was indeed going on, as usually happens between teenagers. The little Child was talking to the Flea in a quite loud tone:
“…I disengaged myself for a long time from warm parental caresses,” the little one was saying, full of conviction. “The peerless love with which I was raised offered me great confidence in myself! I am a child, as you can see too well, but I’ve managed things on my own for a long time! Maybe this is why my neighbour, the silly Mister Deaf-Ears, allowed Lady Envy to put horns on his head, ruling his mind and body which were washed by the impotent hand of old-age. But I don’t care! I must be glad of what is going to happen tomorrow!”
“But what is going to happen tomorrow?” the Flea as
