The fish came every afternoon to talk with him. The little peanut and the fish discussed all the matters of the universe and played for what seemed like an endless amount of enjoyable time.

Everything was perfect for the little peanut until one morning he awoke to see a brilliant red sunrise. The colours of fire shot across the sky and reflected in the waters of the brook.

By the time afternoon was upon the day, the darkest blue and a strange quiet covered all of the land.



The little peanut wondered if his friend the fish would ever arrive.



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