Gato - Povestea Unui — Peеџte Рџђџ

They made a pact. Every evening at sunset, Gato would bring stories of the land—of the smell of fresh milk and the way the wind whistles through the Transylvanian pines. In return, Pește would tell stories of the underwater kingdoms, of ancient sunken boats and the secret language of the river currents.

Gato sat at the water's edge, his tail twitching. Instead of diving in, he spoke. "Tell me, Fish," Gato purred, "how is it that you move so gracefully through the glass of the world, while I am stuck here in the dust?" GATO - Povestea unui PeЕџte рџђџ

The fish, a clever named Pește, blew a bubble. "Life in the 'glass' is beautiful, Gato, but it is cold. I have always wondered what it is like to feel the warmth of the sun on fur or the tickle of hay in a barn" . The Exchange of Worlds They made a pact