Over a thousand Ding Dangs had poured into the house, naturally bringing endless bustle—and joy—to the big home. The nature of the Life Goddess seemed to be inscribed with five key traits: "lively, curious, optimistic, flocking together, and energetic." They adapted to the new environment in no time, then eagerly followed Ding Dang around to tour this somewhat unfamiliar place. They marveled at everything they saw, and then groups of Three-Inch Dings would gather together and chatter away. There was no need to ask what they were discussing; they simply liked gathering together to discuss things. I had figured that out already.
Come to think of it, as gods, they had probably seen countless things far stranger than this in their lives. Earth should have been a perfectly ordinary place to these little ones, yet they still happily darted around the house as if everything were new. After thinking it over for a long while, I blamed it on the Life Goddess's flocking instinct: as long as they were playing with their sisters, it was the happiest thing in the world. As for what exactly they were playing, they probably never gave it much thought.
Of course, there was another possible reason: these little ones were simply too tiny. Once the space around them exceeded a square meter, they lost all sense of scale and felt that everywhere was incredible. Ding Dang's Great Temple was large enough to stack several White Houses inside, yet that little thing still slept comfortably in the lampshade beside my bed. She simply could not tell the difference between spacious and cramped...
The dozen or so Three-Inch Dings who had just been caught had already blended into that huge crowd of tiny goddesses, and it was impossible to tell who was who. Even if someone