There is a particular species of small animals that evolved four extremities very much like human hands. Soft, pink, hairless. These animals thrive on human presence, affection, and especially on their love. They have no name, for it is impossible to find a word that befits them. Whenever you allow them to approach you, in the early evening when they are abundant, they jump in your lap and hug you lovingly, clutching to your chest, arms, and neck. Their little pudgy hands are perfectly adapted for this. Their soft bodies and sweet smells are deceptive, though. Once they get hold of you in numbers it is very difficult to pry them loose. It is well known that many people were thus suffocated, unable to withstand the soft eyes of these angelic creatures. It is believed that the only remedy in case the small hands become unbearable is to calmly whisper these words: “Maybe tomorrow, sweethearts, maybe even tomorrow.” Almost immediately they jump on the ground and head towards the woods, turning and waving at you occasionally. Most people are unfortunately not aware of this old remedy. They are an easy prey, for they always end up by resorting to force.