THE LITTLE CARP. And then again I'll become The Goldfish. Oh, I already feel my fins growing! Look, Moth, have you noticed?

THE MOTH. And I'll be fluttering among slender pine trees and drinking the Alpine flowers' nectar. Look, Little Carp, I already feel my wings growing!

THE KITTEN. And me! And me too! Me too!

THE POT. It looks like they have stopped growing! They are so small!

THE OLD BOOT. I think, Little Carp, that there is no place for you to swim here!

THE LITTLE CARP. But it has already two little blue lakes!

THE POT. I think, Moth, there isn't any place for you to fly here…

THE MOTH. But on its summit I can already see a little Alpine flower blossoming.

THE FLY. I know what is it, I suppose. Surely it isn't a mountain. Because a mountain is something that you won't find anywhere. I have already seen it somewhere. Let me remember… On some other garbage dump. Yes. That's it. It looks like a flower. That's right, a flower.

EVERYBODY. Flower!

THE FLY. Sometimes they happen on garbage dumps.

THE POT. Are they dangerous?

THE FLY. Oh, no. They are totally harmless. First they are yellow for some reason. You can see a cloud on its crown! Then — for some reason — they become white. And then die. THE OLD BOOT. Oh yes, that's sure. I can remember too… A cloud, a cloud… Oh yes, they are useless, because they die rather quickly. Especially when you touch them or blow on them by chance.

THE POT. What a delicacy!

THE LITTLE CARP. So, I'll never swim in the blue sea?

THE MOTH. So, I'll never flutter among the high pine trees?