there were five peas in one pod; the peas were green and the pod was green, and so they believed that the whole world was green-and that was absolutely right! the pod grew and the peas grew; they adjusted themselves to their surroundings, sitting straight in a row. the sun shone outside and warmed the pod; the rain made it clear and clean. it was nice and cozy inside, bright in the daytime and dark at night, just as it should be; and the peas became larger, and more and more thoughtful, as they sat there, for surely there was something they must do.
"shall i always remain sitting here?" said one. "if only i don't become hard from sitting so long. it seems to me there must be something outside; i have a feeling about it."
and weeks went by; the peas became yellow, and the pod became yellow. "the whole world's becoming yellow," they said, and that they had a right to say.
then they felt a jerk at the pod. it was torn off, came into human hands, and then was put down into the pocket of a jacket, along with other full pods.
"now it will soon be opened up!" they said, and they waited for that.
"now i'd like to know which of us will get the farthest," said the smallest pea. "yes, now we'll soon find that out."
"let happen what may!" said the biggest.
"crack!" the pod burst open, and all five peas rolled out into the bright sunshine. they were lying in a child's hand; a little boy held them, and said that they were suitable peas for his peashooter, and immediately one was put in and shot out.
