It has an air about it of having strolled in from the street with a few tricks up its sleeve, and if everybody would relax, please, it would do its best to pass the time whimsically.
“Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads.”
“Since we humans have the better brain, isn't it our responsibility to protect our fellow creatures from, oddly enough, ourselves?”