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THE LITTLE GOLD FISH

Once upon a time...a poor fisherman lived in a humble cottage near the sea.
One day, he set off as usual with his load of nets to go fishing.
"Don't you dare come home empty-handed!" shouted his nagging wife from the
door. Down on the shore, he had just thrown the nets into the sea, when
something glittering in the meshes caught his eye.
"What a strange fish!" he said to himself, picking up a golden yellow fish.
And his amazement grew when he heard the fish say these words:
"Kind fisherman, let me go free! I'm the son of the Sea King, and if you
let me go, I'll grant any wish you care to make!" Alarmed at this miracle,
without a second thought, the fisherman tossed the fish back into the water.
But when he went home and told his wife what had happened she scolded him
soundly:
"What! When the fish said your wishes could come true, you should have
asked it for something! Go back to the beach and if you see it, ask for a new
washtub! Just look at the state of ours!"
The poorman went back to the shore. As soon as he called the fish, it
popped up from the water.
"Where you calling me? Here I am!" it said. The fisherman explained what
his wife wanted, and the fish quickly replied:
"You were very good to me! Go home, and you'll see that your wish has come
true!" Certain that his wife would be pleased, the fisherman hurried home. But
the minute he opened the door, his wife screeched:
"So it really is a magic fish that you allowed to go free! Just look at
that old washtub! It's brand new! But if that little fish has such powers, you
can't possibly be content with such a miserable little wish! Go straight back
and get it to give you a new house!"
The fisherman hurried back to the shore.
"I wonder if I'll see it again! I hope it hasn't gone away! Little fish!
Little fish!" he began to call from the water's edge.
"Here I am! What do you want this time?" he heard it ask.
"Well, my wife would like . . ."
"I can imagine!" remarked the fish. "And what does she want now?"
"A big house!" murmured the fisherman, hesitantly.
"All right! You were kind to me and you shall have your wish!" The
fisherman lingered on the way home, enjoying the feeling of making his wife
happy with a new house. The roof of the splendid new house was already in
sight, when his wife rushed up to him in a fury.
"Look herel Now that we know how really powerfull this fish is, we can't be
content with only a house! We must ask for more! Run back and ask for a real
palace, not an ordinary house like this one! And fine clothes! And jewels
too!" The fisherman was quite upset. However, he had been henpecked for so
many years that he was unable to say "no", so he trudged back to the water's
edge. Full of doubts, he called the little fish, but it was some time before
it leapt from waves. In the meantime, the sea had begun to foam . . .
"I'm sorry to trouble you again, but my wife has had second thoughts, and
she'd like a fine palace, and . . . and also. . ." Again the little fish
granted fisherman his wishes, but he seemed less friendly than before. At
last, relieved at having been able to see his wife's desires fulfilled, the