The fish and the fisherman

 

At a little lake there was a fisherman lets see what is happening there…..

 

Fish: Please, oh please, let me go!

Fisherman: I’m sorry, little friend, I truly am, but I have a family to feed.

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Fish: But the water is so cool and the sun feels so warm on my scales.

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Fisherman: The wind is turning cold, and my children have not eaten since yesterday.

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Fish: I have a family too, waiting for me near the colorful coral reef.

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Fisherman: I know, and it breaks my heart, but I must choose my children over the sea.

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Fish: Is there no other way? I can find you shiny rocks or sunken shells!

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Fisherman: Shells cannot be cooked, and shiny rocks cannot stop a hungry tummy from aching.

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Fish: My mother told me humans were kind, and that you loved the river as much as we do.

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Fisherman: I do love the river, but love does not fill an empty bowl.

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Fish: If you take me, the reef will be a little quieter, and my chair at the seaweed table will be empty.

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Fisherman: And if I let you go, the chairs at my table will stay empty too, and my little ones will cry.

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Fish: I am very scared, Mr. Fisherman. The air is so thin and the bucket is so dark.

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Fisherman: I am scared too, little fish. Scared that I cannot provide for the ones I love.

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Fish: Please... I just want to go home.

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Fisherman: I’m so sorry. I wish the world was different, but I must take you home with me.

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Narrator: The fish stopped wiggling and looked at the sky one last time.

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 Narrator: The fisherman wiped a tear from his eye and began to row his boat back to the shore.

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Narrator: The river stayed very, very still.

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Narrator: And the fisherman walked home in the dark, his heart feeling as heavy as his catch

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