The Sweet-Ice Disaster

Hiding Zib was not easy. Especially because Zib did not want to be hidden.

"This room… too small… too dark…" Zib inspected the storeroom, with its old pots, Abu's ancient bicycle and a broken charpoy. "On Golmol my room was round. This room… is square. Square rooms scare me."

"Don't be scared," said Danish. "Nobody comes here. Only Ammi, sometimes, for a pickle jar."

"Pickle?" Zib's eyes lit up. "That… is food?"