"It's just a little bug," her father said as he ran the bath.
"No, it isn't!" she protested as the creature was swept away. "How would you like it if someone did that to you?"
That night as she slept, a voice whispered.
"Fear not, for one day you'll grow tall and strong, and no one will wash you away."
In her dreams, she towered over a city, stomping through it, floods washing away the citizens below. On her shoulders rested tiny creatures, inconsequential to some but millions in number.
She saw her father running.
"It's just a little bug."
"No, it isn't!" she protested as the creature was swept away. "How would you like it if someone did that to you?"
That night as she slept, a voice whispered.
"Fear not, for one day you'll grow tall and strong, and no one will wash you away."
In her dreams, she towered over a city, stomping through it, floods washing away the citizens below. On her shoulders rested tiny creatures, inconsequential to some but millions in number.
She saw her father running.
"It's just a little bug."
