THE LITTLE CARP. Here is a big mountain growing!

THE FLY. There is no such thing as mountain.

THE OLD BOOT. Yes. That's true. There were the mountains before, indeed. But now I won't find a thing like that.

EVERYBODY. Where are they?

THE OLD BOOT. They are worn out. Everything is worn out. Everything falls into decay. Everything gets older and goes to ruin.

THE MOTH. But there is the sun in the world.

THE OLD BOOT. It will be worn out too.

THE FLY. And there won't be any sun in the world!

THE LITTLE CARP. But the moon will remain.

THE POT. The moon! Why do you think it is better than me, the old pot? I used to be a shining star too when I was young. And now look at me?

THE OLD BOOT. And the moon will be worn out too.

THE POT. And the stars will be worn out.

THE FLY. And you know what'll be left? One big garbage dump.

THE POT and THE OLD BOOT. Which will be worn out too!

THE KITTEN. Look! Look! It's growing up! It's growing up!

THE LITTLE CARP. And I told you that it was the mountain!

THE FLY. Ha-ha-ha! It is so small! Smaller then The Kitten!

THE LITTLE CARP. But it'll rise soon.

THE FLY. It is such a charming green!

THE MOTH. Yes, it is still green. But then it becomes mature, and the show-white peak shows up, and the pine grove covers its slopes. And the sun rises and thaws the top, fast streams break into a run and form lakes and those in turn flow together into the blue of the sea.