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THE LITTLE GOLD FISH
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Once upon a time...a poor fisherman lived in a humble cottage near the sea.
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One day, he set off as usual with his load of nets to go fishing.
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"Don't you dare come home empty-handed!" shouted his nagging wife from the
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door. Down on the shore, he had just thrown the nets into the sea, when
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something glittering in the meshes caught his eye.
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"What a strange fish!" he said to himself, picking up a golden yellow fish.
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And his amazement grew when he heard the fish say these words:
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"Kind fisherman, let me go free! I'm the son of the Sea King, and if you
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let me go, I'll grant any wish you care to make!" Alarmed at this miracle,
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without a second thought, the fisherman tossed the fish back into the water.
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But when he went home and told his wife what had happened she scolded him
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soundly:
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"What! When the fish said your wishes could come true, you should have
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asked it for something! Go back to the beach and if you see it, ask for a new
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washtub! Just look at the state of ours!"
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The poorman went back to the shore. As soon as he called the fish, it
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popped up from the water.
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"Where you calling me? Here I am!" it said. The fisherman explained what
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his wife wanted, and the fish quickly replied:
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"You were very good to me! Go home, and you'll see that your wish has come
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true!" Certain that his wife would be pleased, the fisherman hurried home. But
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the minute he opened the door, his wife screeched:
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"So it really is a magic fish that you allowed to go free! Just look at
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that old washtub! It's brand new! But if that little fish has such powers, you
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can't possibly be content with such a miserable little wish! Go straight back
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and get it to give you a new house!"
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The fisherman hurried back to the shore.
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"I wonder if I'll see it again! I hope it hasn't gone away! Little fish!
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Little fish!" he began to call from the water's edge.
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"Here I am! What do you want this time?" he heard it ask.
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"Well, my wife would like . . ."
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"I can imagine!" remarked the fish. "And what does she want now?"
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"A big house!" murmured the fisherman, hesitantly.
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"All right! You were kind to me and you shall have your wish!" The
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fisherman lingered on the way home, enjoying the feeling of making his wife
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happy with a new house. The roof of the splendid new house was already in
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sight, when his wife rushed up to him in a fury.
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"Look herel Now that we know how really powerfull this fish is, we can't be
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content with only a house! We must ask for more! Run back and ask for a real
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palace, not an ordinary house like this one! And fine clothes! And jewels
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too!" The fisherman was quite upset. However, he had been henpecked for so
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many years that he was unable to say "no", so he trudged back to the water's
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edge. Full of doubts, he called the little fish, but it was some time before
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it leapt from waves. In the meantime, the sea had begun to foam . . .
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"I'm sorry to trouble you again, but my wife has had second thoughts, and
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she'd like a fine palace, and . . . and also. . ." Again the little fish
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granted fisherman his wishes, but he seemed less friendly than before. At
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last, relieved at having been able to see his wife's desires fulfilled, the
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good fisherman turned homewards. Home was now a magnificent palace. How
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wonderful it was! At the top of a flight of steps leading to the palace, stood
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his wife, dressed like a great lady and dripping with jewels, impatiently
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waiting for him. -_
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"Go back and ask for . . ." But the fisherman broke in:
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"What? Such a fine palace! We must be content with what we have! Don't you
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think that's asking too much? . . ."
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"Go back, I said! Do as you're told! And ask the fish to make me an
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Empress!" The poor fisherman set off unhappily for the seashore. In the
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meantime, a storm had blown up. The sky was black and terrible flashes of
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lightning lit the darkness, while the waves crashed angrily on the beach.
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Kneeling on the rock amidst the spray, in a low voice the fisherman began to
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call the little fish. And when it came, he told it his wife's latest request.
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But this time, after listening in silence, the little gold fish disappeared
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beneath the waves without saying a word. And though the fisherman waited, the
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little fish never came back. A great flash of lightning, much brighter than
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all the others lit up the sky, and the fisherman saw that both the new house
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and the palace had vanished without trace. The humble old cottage stood where
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it had always been. But this time, his wife was waiting for him in tears.
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"It serves you right! We should have been pleased with what we had, instead
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of always asking for more!" grumbled the fisherman angrily. But in the depths
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of his heart, he was glad that everything had gone back to normal.
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Next day and every day, he went back to his fishing, but he never saw the
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little goldfish again.
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