Woke yourself, earlier me but you didn’t move: I was laying on your knees, and Iwas still sleeping.
The light of day seemed make brighter Our Parallel World.
At end those furry little animals were came out.
You was watching them, that seemed, they were making something of real magical.
They were running, and come back from us.
Their come and go, slowly woke me.
You was embracing me with your arms.
You have whispered: “Good morning, did you have slept well?”
You had didn’t need of my reply: you knew it.
I have smiled you, while I was looking these little animals that were very busy in these their come and go.
“It’s from I was wake up that their doing it.” You have said.
They were sure doing something for us.
They never touched us. But every time they returned to us, it was like they catch something, and they were bring it in somewhere.
They looked as our Markùts, but surely they weren’t Markùts. They were more faster than the Markùts and they were more little, and their fur was more bristly, and it was brown.
They seemed like a little maintainers.
When they returned to us, they catching the magical residual aura surrounded us, and they has bring it to the borderlines of Our Parallel World.
They were in three: there was one more big than other two, and he seemed was the coordinator.
We didn’t move, till they have finished what they were doing.
We were indispensable for them, for their works. We had understood it, looking at their big eyes.
Finally they had the opportunity to catch what they needed, directly from the source: Us.
We looked at us one another without saying nothing.
We had understood they were doing something for us, but what it was, it was still unknown.”