The shadows fashioned by my fingers were left alone and would ask the Flame of the lamp to dance. I used to play with them until I got dizzy and fell prey to Sleep, which had long been waiting. The Flame was left to rule the ceiling of my little room until my parents came to check if I was asleep and put out the flame in the lamp.”
The joy of remembering made the Flea over affectionate. He drew close to Mother Blood Drop and took her by the hand in which she was holding the White Oval. He whispered in her ear:
“I have fulfilled my dream and I’ll be able to save my Master from impending death”
“I’m imagining how you’ll be rewarded by your race for your heroism,” Mother Drop praised the Flea with all her heart.
“That’s not what matters to me most,” said the Flea with excitement in his vo
