Pitaya

Insane curls on this boy.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.

O Lord of Ravens, wolf-fanged hunter! Father of melodies and King of health and prophecy! Hear me sing of you, mighty Apollon! For my heart is wreathed in Thy blessed and beloved laurel! And my life better, for I know thee The God of Delphi, rich in streams! I sing of thee and warm gifts thine! And your propitious harmony! May we all remember thy divinity and sing the ever glorious Pean!

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