It, which had come back to life, was still weak.
So, when the grandmother handed over the soup, it did not resist and drank a bowl straight away.
When half of the second bowl had been drunk, the attractive grandmother touched its head and sighed softly.
"Other creatures have followed your scent here."
It looked at the grandmother worriedly.
But the grandmother just smiled.
"It's nothing.
I just lacked some firewood for the soup, and their arrival is just perfect," she said.
With those words, the grandmother lifted it and placed it in the river on the other side of the bridge.
When it looked back, the grandmother was gently tapping the soup pot.
Into the void below, ninety-nine shadows of various forms were sucked and, instantly, the small firewood blazed fiercely.
The soup in the pot also began to bubble vigorously."
The attractive grandmother softly chanted:
"No grass, no leaves, no flowers, no trees, the yellow sands and the River of Forgetfulness beyond..."
