“Brave Fiam, you are a good citizen.”
Fiam Wears a Fur Coat
CHAPTER XV FIAM WEARS A FUR COAT
One day when we were far away from our post there was a great storm. It rained cats and dogs, and the brim of my hat dripped all around like an overflowing gutter.
I walked through the wood with my head bent forward, completely forgetting Fiam, who was fastened to the band of the crown and was soaked through and through. After many hours I reached my tent. I took off my hat and pulled out Fiam, whom I placed on a blanket, knowing how he loved to climb around the folds. But to my dismay I saw that he didn’t move. He stayed just as I had put him; flat on his back, with his arms stretched out and one leg in the air. He looked as if he were dead.
“Fiam!” I called frightened. “Fiam, my friend, speak to me.”