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The reason I’m talking about Ambia so much is not only because the city is worth it, but also because my story happened in this beautiful place of Sweetland.

Once upon a time, there was a milly who lived in Ambia. His name was Nole. Nole lived alone in his blue house on the lake’s shore. The farther side of his garden met the lake. Because Nole lived on the shore, one of his best friends was Dell, a small dolphin. Nole often would go to the lakeside of his garden and talk to Dell while working on something or just sitting in the chair.

Even though Dell was small – smaller than Nole and other MillyLilly – he was very proud dolphin; he demanded everybody, but his friends, to call him Df. Dell. It is a sort of dolphin’s version of mister (Mr.), but Df. Stood for dolphin. If you called on him and didn’t add Df. to his name Dell, he wouldn’t even turn around. It was as if you didn’t exist for him.

If you said, “Hey, Df. Dell!”, then he immediately would turn to you and say, “How can I help you?”

He was a very proud dolphin.

Nole’s best friend was a big, green grasshopper, Chaps. Like every other grasshopper in the city, Chaps was a postman.

In Sweetland, MillyLilly didn’t send letters. If they wanted to send a message to someone, they sent a grasshopper. In fact, this way of communication was much faster, and, as you can guess, the messages were never lost as it may happen to the post services in our world. For similar reasons, MillyLilly didn’t have regular newspapers. The news was being spread by dragonflies, which made perfect sense, taking into account how fast dragonflies could fly, that was how fast they could spread the news.

Chaps visited Nole almost every day. In fact, Nole couldn’t remember even one single day when Chaps didn’t visit him. Nole didn’t know where exactly Chaps was living as Chaps never invited guests to his place; he loved to visit others, especially Nole, and to visit especially around breakfast, lunch, and dinner times. One may think that Chaps was choosing the visit times on purpose to use the famous hospitality of MillyLilly to his advantage and get free food. What can I say to those who think so about Chaps? You’re right. But Nole didn’t mind sharing the breakfast or lunch with his friend Chaps. After all, what was more delightful way of having a breakfast than adding a good chat with your best friend?

Overall, Nole was a happy milly. He had a blue house with a green roof, and he had good friends. But he was not as happy as majority of MillyLilly. Sometimes, he would become sad and remain sad for two or three minutes.

What made him sad? Only one thought: He could do nothing useful but blowing the soap bubbles.

Okay, in the art of blowing the bubbles, he was the best. Nobody else could blow the bubbles as big and colorful as his. One bubble could be the size of a tall milly. These bubbles could last for long time; they could flow in the air, roll on the grass. The fish in the lake could play with them like with air balloons. But not too many MillyLilly believed that blowing bubbles was really useful.

Say, for instance, some MillyLilly made shoes. That was useful because someone always needs a new pair of shoes.

So, that someone who needs shoes could come to the shoe master and ask him, “Hey, could you make me a new pair of shoes, please?”

And the master would say, “Sure”. He might then add, “I’ve heard you are very good at making hats? Could you please, make me a new hat? Mine is pretty old.”

And, of course, the hat master would agree to make a hat for the shoe master. And this was how MillyLilly from a young age learned that they needed each other.

But if Nole would ask for a new pair of shoes, and the master would ask him for something back, what would Nole say?

“Sure, give me some water and soap, and I blow for you a good bubble….”

That was a little bit of a strange exchange.

Of course, MillyLilly in Ambia knew that Nole could do nothing but blow bubbles. So, if he really asked a shoe master to make a pair of shoes for him, the master would do that without asking anything in return. MillyLilly were very kind, and never left anybody without shoes just because someone could do nothing but blow bubbles. But Nole was disappointed that nobody was asking him to blow some bubbles. Why not? They were so beautiful!

“Don’t worry,” Chaps used to tell Nole. “They probably envy you and that’s why they don’t ask you to blow your bubbles.”

Nole wanted to believe Chaps, but Chaps wasn’t MillyLilly; he was a grasshopper, a green, boastful, careless grasshopper who just wasn’t able to worry about anything. Once Chaps started worrying about something, he could just make a couple of good jumps and forget what he was worried about. Nole couldn’t jump like Chaps, but Chaps’s optimism always made Nole think that everything was just fine.

Or it did until that Friday night, when, traditionally, all MillyLilly of Ambia gather around the Torch of Life to listen to the great stories of the city’s Sage Keon.