Barely sticking out its little nose from the water, attracted by that curious fluttering it could guess at the edge of the world, it could see how a multicolored butterfly landed on its snout.

 “What kind of fish are you?” – the butterfly asked curiously 

 “mmmm… I don’t know” it hesitated in response. “I think I’m a clownfish” 

 “Ah!… and… clownfish, is the water cold?”

After a long silence, the little fish stammered – “…What is ‘water’?…”.

S.C.