When he rested his case, the Child discovered that the two were watching him. He was embarrassed and wanted to retreat so he began to close the window. The Flea quickly held out one hand:
“Please, don’t close the window,” he said in a gentle voice. “Stay with us!”
The Child asked in disbelief:
“Who are you? Why did you pick me up from the ground? Why are you holding me in your palm, and looking at me admiringly, as if I was a diamond stone?” he asked Mother Drop to explain.
“I’m a drop of blood,” she introduced herself. “And this is a flea,” she added in a warm voice, turning towards her friend.
She was acting like a mother who wanted to soothe her frightened children.
“And what are you doing under this Bush at this hour?” the Child continued questioning.
He was becoming more and mo
