The beauty of true friendship
Poor Flea! Meekly, he lowered his eyes, feeling a little guilty. “What should I do?” he asked himself. “I always end up in this kind of situation,” he said inwardly, angry at himself.
He looked at the other two, somewhat ashamed. Mother Drop didn’t pay him any attention, but for a change, the little worm had something to say to him:
“Do you hear me, my friend?” he said, approaching him and smiling widely.
With difficulty, the Flea found the courage to look him in the eye: Mother Drop’s reproof still hurt him. He only sketched a suggestive gesture with his head, as if he would have liked to ask “what do you want?”. In the end, he decided to talk:
“I hear you,” he whispered.
“Please, look at me!” the little Child invited him. “True friends do not get angry
