There was once a dwarf who made his living as a fisherman. Now, as
you'll know, dwarves are always the best in the world at their chosen
profession, and this dwarf was no exception. Every day, he brought in a huge
haul of fresh fish, and he soon became very wealthy indeed. However, like any
successful dwarf, he had a great many enemies. So as not to forget any, he
sensibly wrote down all of his grudges and grievances in a great, heavy ledger,
which he called his 'grudge book'.
One day, while out fishing in his boat, the fisherman caught a magic
fish. He plucked it from the net, and before he could sling it into his basket,
the fish cried out:
"Oh, fisherman fine
My life is thine
Show mercy
Spare this skin of
mine!"
The fisherman caught fish every single day of his life, but he had
never before encountered one that talked, let alone one that rhymed. Intrigued,
he asked the fish;
"How will you repay me if I spare your life, fish?"
The fish replied:
"If you'll release me
from your hold
No more shall you want for
gold."
The fisherman smiled.
"I don't want for gold now. I'm quite wealthy already, and I
grow wealthier each day. Try again, fish."
The fish gulped, and spoke again:
"Release me back into
the sea
And all my kind will flock
to thee."
The fisherman laughed.
"Your kind already do flock to me, little fish. Haven't you
heard? I'm the greatest fisherman on my island, and the fishermen of my island
are the greatest in the world. One last chance."
Panicking now, the fish cast its eye over the fisherman's little
boat, and then said:
"Spare me from the
butcher's hook
And I'll replace that heavy
book!"
This last offer puzzled the fisherman. The fish explained that if he
spared its life, it would memorise each one of his grudges and grievances for
him, so he'd have no need of a big heavy book.
The fisherman thought about the fish's offer. The book was very
heavy, for he had a great many grudges to remember. His boat was only small,
and lately he had begun to notice it sat awfully low in the water, most likely
thanks to the weight of the book. Reasoning that without the book he'd have
room on board for a bigger catch, he decided to take the fish up on its offer.
So, he slipped it into his pocket, and sailed back to shore.
The next few years were good to the fisherman. The fish kept its
word, and remembered all of his grudges for him. Without the book weighing down
his boat, the fisherman was able to bring in an even bigger haul, and he grew
wealthier than ever before.
One day at sundown, the fisherman was reeling in his net after a
long and fruitful day's work, when the fish cried out from his pocket:
"Behold, I say, look
overboard
That there's the one who
stole your hoard!"
The fisherman peered over the edge of his boat, and true enough,
beneath the surface of the water was a proud-looking dwarf, smiling and dressed
in finery the likes of which the fisherman had become inclined to adorn himself
with. The fisherman couldn't remember having been robbed, but he had no book to
consult, and the other dwarf's garments and trappings seemed far too similar to
his own to be a coincidence. So, filled with rage, the fisherman threw himself
down upon the other dwarf faster and harder than a blacksmith's hammer. As soon
as he hit the surface of the water, the magic fish darted out from his pocket
and vanished, as did the image of the other dwarf. Just as the fisherman
realised his mistake, all the fish in the sea flocked to him to nibble and gnaw
the flesh from his bones, and he never wanted for gold again.
Tom Hunt
Tom Hunt
Edit: Yes I am aware there should be a boat.... sorry Tom, one can only question my commitment.
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