It was not a flea lesser a fly. It didn't have the wings of a butterfly or the teeth of a mite, but this little fellow (who was not a midget) had enough strength to arouse me with its presence. Sure, it was a second or two he fell into my world, he was afraid lost, trembling, scared-to-death. I was shuddering, too! The guy was carrying that look, (he didn't really had a pair of eyes) Then, he hid like mice. Never seen a guy like this in a book! I moved as fast as I could and soon the little bastard was caught. He was smaller than the tip of my thumb and suddenly I was getting in the mood. He grew a mouth out of someplace in this sort of body he had. Immediately he was talking, mad (I wished I’d put in his mouth a lace). Like this he spoke: ”Human, I’m not a flea, lesser a fly. You don’t have to be so shy! Learn to wait, sir, man. I won’t leave, not right now. There are certain things I do with patience, let me bloom. You’ll have time to bow...