The binocular in hope you could see this changing, but you didn’t.
These little animals were in front of us, as if they wanted some acknowledgment.
Sure, they had to have it, but each time i stretched my hand towards them, they shyly retracting.
We saw, that they were so curious to see what would happened if they were been touched.
They knew, that something magical would be happened, but they were scare. We looked at us smiling: we hadn’t hurry to return in our apartment, we could stay there how long time we would have wanted.
Our Parallel World was a world in which everything was becoming true, with all our emotions, the most beautiful.
It was everything we had wished till our first meeting.
We have spent several more time staying in front to these little animals, than to do other things, and they have done the same.
We had looking for to talk with them: for sure, they understanding what we were say to them: we had understanding it from their glances.
Little by little, they approached to us.
We talked to them, always more sweetly and at the end I was able to touch of one them and he didn’t ran away.
We remained speechless: we were witness of a change, the change what I’ve seen few minutes earlier: but this time was permanent.
The brown fur was become rainbow, and the bristly fur was become soft as those of the Markùts
Now the other two little animals wanted the same treatment.
The first animal was the little one and now he could talk with us. These little animals, the little workers, were the Morgurs.
After the change was completed, after their fur from brown was became rainbow, their shyness was disappeared.
We had other furry friends to better comprehend Our Parallel World.”