The Flea and the Bedbug

In the palace of a certain king stood an incomparable bed, blessed with every virtue needed for a bedroom. In a corner of its linen lived a female bedbug named Mandavisarpini. Surrounded by a thriving family of sons and daughters, with the sons and daughters of sons and daughters, and with more remote descendants, she drank the king’s blood as he slept. On this diet she grew plump and...
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