Yesterday die insect x, at the place you have certainly not heard. It was a small, unobtrusive, brownish color very similar to the faeces. Through all his life he in silent worked the same, miserable jobs, picking up food from spring to autumnin and carried it under the ground to a small hole, so that his offspring had what to eat. This member of one of the most numerous species of the Earth of the Fantasy is so unattractive that even his dead body was not attracted by any of the vultures. His death cried, for a short while, six flowers, below which he persistently digging the earth, making the earth so humus.