The pomegranate

“Silence! I heard some noise”, said one of the pomegranate seeds.

“Just some people are talking in the next room, don't worry”, one of the seeds calmed down its friend.

“What do you think makes us feel so hot? It is very stuffy in here.”

“I guess we are in the warm hands of some creatures.”

“You say it is very stuffy inside. But I am cold and I wonder what makes all of you think it is hot”, complained one of the seeds, which lay very deep inside the pomegranate.

“I think we are in hot water now and that is why we feel so hot”, said a seed which hang on the peel, very close to heat. It hadn't heard the complaints of its friends.

“Stop arguing about things you don't know. It is the sun that heats us”, said the pomegranate peel unable to stand the seed quarrel. “You don't have to complain. We wouldn't be able to grow without the heat of the sun. ”

“Sun? What is it?” the pomegranate seeds got surprised. “Is it a tasty and hot steam?”

“You won't be able to imagine the sun, whatever I say. It's a hot sphere.”

“Does the sun grow on our tree?” asked one of the wisest seeds on behalf of all. It knew about the tree.

“I knew you would not be able to imagine what the sun is. Now, if I say the sun is in the sky, you will certainly ask what the sky is, won't you?”

“And you, can you see the sun. If so, make us see it too,” asked the seeds with envy.

“OK let's see,” said the peel, collected its strengths and burst out.

At that very moment, Tsovinar entered the garden, saw the cracked pomegranate and exclaimed happily:
“Look, the pomegranate has cracked. I will put it on our table.”

Ashkhen Grigoryan

11 years old