Nine year old honey wax was awakened by the strong sun at two o’clock in the afternoon. She half opened her eyes and looked at the broken window frame. Her mind was full of strange ideas. Mother’s voice came from the kitchen – “wax, help mom stop the rag picker, he’s going far away!” Not fully awake wax quickly climbed up the windowsill, probe to call. “Hello – take the rags – ah!” Wax fell on the desk in front of the window and screamed. To be exact, honey wax is riding on the desk. The impact of sharp corners makes her sharp pain. In a moment, the brain of beeswax is blank. After the blank is dispersed, a strange and mysterious pleasure rises and blooms hesitantly in her body. Wax’s little body trembled.