"But what am I to do with this speck?"
"It is not a speck," they answer, "but a nymfozoria."
"Is it alive?"
"Not at all," they reply; "it is not alive, but it has been forged by
us in the image of a flea, out of pure English steel, and in the middle
of it are works and a spring. Please wind it up with the little key;
it will immediately begin to dance."
The Emperor's curiosity was aroused, and he asked: "And where is the
little key?"