Uranus

Uranus was sitting on the island again, painting a beautiful sunset. He often came at this time. Yes, even though the drawings were essentially the same, each one was distinguished by the inner emotions with which our artist painted them. A wave, another wave... To emphasize the edge of the stone with shadows... The transition didn't turn out the way he wanted. He corrects it. Another hair fell from the brush, right in the place where it could not be removed without a trace... A bummer. Again. And so many, many attempts. He took a mug and sipped tea, but a moment later immediately spat it out onto the sand. Again, by accident, he threw the brush with paint at him. The everyday life of an artist, unfortunately... He continued painting. He painted for a long time, concentrated. Again he forgot the shape of the stone. He needed to look. Uranus looked out to sea, examining the stone, when suddenly he saw a tail appear from the water. *

• "— Um... What?.. It doesn't look like a normal fish tail at all... — he thought. — Okay, maybe I imagined it." *

• He continued drawing. The tail again. It started to bother him, but then he focused on the drawing again and forgot about the situation altogether. But a moment later this situation reminded itself of itself. Uranus finished the painting and was pleased with the result. He went to wet his feet; the cool water should refresh his skin a bit. He waded knee-deep into the water, feeling the cool breeze on his face.