The microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope

To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His never tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;

 

His eyebrows of a tender green; 
All these have never yet been seen – 
But Scientists, who ought to know,
Assure us that they must be so….
Oh! Let us never, never doubt
What nobody is sure about!

Eraser was very proud of his knowledge as for microbes, because he recited a rhyme about a microbe, which was written by a British poet Edward Lear.

Rubba was pleased with his answer, because she was romantic and liked the rhythm of what Eraser transformed into her center of processing the information. She told him that they are not afraid of any aliens, because they have all means of protection if any danger.

Retold and created by Sophya Romanenko, 15 years of age, school №9.

The story is true, a real his-s-s-s-s-s-tory