“What’s that, Mommy?”
“That is a koi.”
The child leaned over the still water to stare down at the beautiful koi. The water was perfectly clear, like crystal. The koi rose to the surface, mouth working.
“Hello,” said the fish. “Why are you looking at me?”
“Because you’re orange.”
“Is there something wrong with orange?” asked the fish.
“No. I like it.”
“I’m glad you like my color. But if there’s nothing wrong with orange, then why do so many of you people stand there and stare down at me?”
“I know why!” said the child.
“Then please tell me.”
“Because they think you look like fire.”
“I look like fire? What is fire?”
“Fire is a mouth that rises.
“Fire is always hungry, like you. It eats every little thing it sees.
“Fire eats houses. Fire eats schools. Fire swallows cities and sacred temples and palaces of adamant.
“And fire is very beautiful.”
“But fire quickly vanishes in clear water,” explained the child.
“Now I understand. So I must go.”
The koi swam away.