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Now it is no longer known what summer, but the clouds of mosquitoes do not stop in Komaria. Year after year, they make peace, but as soon as the sun’s rays warm up, these flying creatures begin to squeak and bite. No one knows where Chief Iramoka’s lair is. He constantly sends his scouts to interfere with sleep. Using the cover of darkness, they attack and disappear into the darkness. There are also huge scouts!

– «Huge»? – asked Hanukkah in surprise.

– «Yes! The size of a dozen small mosquitoes! Their wings can break a light bulb»!

– «A light bulb»?

– «Once a huge mosquito Rokiy broke a light bulb and disintegrated into ten mosquitoes. They immediately took advantage of the darkness and bit one Indian of the Mamuka tribe».

– «Ten mosquitoes»? – Hanukkah was surprised.

– «You listen, listen. Rocky, though large, but slow. It’s easy to spot. He doesn’t bite. Its purpose is to distract and disturb. It can bang out the window or fly next to a light bulb, but it only attracts your attention. All so that small mosquitoes take advantage of your panic over Rokia and bite you».