“He tripped on a bucket,” she said chuckling. “He’s coming back… Don’t let him hear me laughing.” She covered her mouth with her hand.
The Silk Worm appeared at the window before long. He was limping a little, but he was happy. He was holding in his hands a spool of Silk Thread and many gold medals were hung on it. He laid the spool on the window sill, took the medals and showed them to his friends, proud as a peacock.
“There! Don’t even imagine that I’m lying to you! I won them in the competitions I told you about!”
“But we never doubted your words for a minute! denying the charge.
“Did you sense a shadow of a doubt?” the Flea couldn’t help asking.
“I don’t know… I thought I could read a slight doubt on your face when I was telling you about it.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“No way!”
