Another Perspective on the Wind
I was walking in no hurry, still haunted by the memories of everything that had befallen me earlier in the day. I have no idea how long I had walked before suddenly coming upon a wisp of a wind. It was a child, four heads taller than me. Only he wasn’t smarter than me, that’s for sure... I knew the lad. He had rescued me before from the hands of my older brothers, when some of our jostling about got too fierce. He now wanted me to play with him. He was in good spirits and wanted to enjoy his free time. He was looking for playmates. But right then games were the last thing on my mind, you understand that, don’t you?” inquired the Flea, turning to the little child. “My stomach was empty, I was feeling exhausted... Most of my energy had been eaten away by all
