— That's a good one! I feel like I've become a whale!
Then the little fish, with the bundle of fins under his arm, climbed down and began to examine the girl's lips and cheeks attentively. Before her nose, it stopped and, pointing at her nostrils, said:
— Well, here's a very nice burrow for a couple of beetles. Two rooms, one for the husband, one for the lady beetle. Great!...
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— It's a good place, said the beetle, but I hope some damned scorpion doesn't live here!...
— I don't think so, replied the little fish. The scorpions have moved to the other side of the river, where there are lots of old termites.
— Nevertheless, added the beetle, "the word on the street is that one of them is here, ravaging these parts. And it may well be that he's hiding in this very cave.
— I don't think so, said the little fish. I have a good police force that informs me of the slightest steps of these monsters.
— In any case, let's see," said the beetle prudently, shaking his cane inside the "burrow":
— Hu! Hu! Get out, you devil!
But it happened that the cane tickled the girl's nostrils and she couldn't stop herself from sneezing: "Atchin!"
