Each order is helmed by two seahorses who have bubbled up into noop’s recollections of a faraway afternoon. They lead a ragtag troupe of paw!, noop, sun, and nism toward the beach and into the past. noop sits atop his fish wagon with a solemn awareness that this is all just a memory and that his present lacks the electric happiness he once had.

Better days have been inside us all along. We just need to close our eyes to find them.