The old woman could see Little Guy as soon as she woke up.
Then they would wash up together and eat together.
She chattered on about things from the past, while Little Guy lay quietly on her lap and listened.
The weather was lovely today, and she was hanging clothes on the balcony.
Little Guy was lying on a stool inside the house.
Just as she turned around with the washbasin and walked back inside, a sudden gust of wind swept through.
For a moment, it got in her eyes.
But then her heart lurched, and she looked in near panic toward the stool where Little Guy had been lying.
The stool was still there.
But Little Guy was gone.
She spun around and looked everywhere. At last, she spotted a tiny black dot drifting westward, about to disappear.
"Little Guy!"
She cried out.
"Bang!"
The washbasin fell to the ground.
The old woman ran out of the room, down the stairs, and toward the west, where she had seen Little Guy go.
After spending this time together, she knew.
Little Guy couldn't be exposed to the wind.
Whenever there was wind, Little Guy would be carried away, drifting off wherever the breeze took Little Guy.
The first time she'd seen it happen, she'd reached out in time and grabbed Little Guy.
After that, she'd always paid close attention to the wind.
But it was midsummer now, and there were hardly any windy days.
Even when there was wind, it was only a gentle breeze.
After the initial worry, she had relaxed.
She hadn't expected a sudden gust to blow just now.
She hadn't had time to react at all.
The wind had carried Little Guy away!
She was frantic.
Little Guy had appeared when she was