The Fisherman ~ Muzumasiha Kuba

The Fisherman

Once upon a time there was a fisherman armed with his fishing rod who would make his way every day from his village to the river bank. There he would wait patiently for the fish to bite. As soon as he had caught exactly here fish, he would leave the river and went his way slowly home to the cottage where he lived with his wife and son. This strange routine was much commented in the village. Then one day a tourist arrived and began to go for daily walks to the river bank. After a few days of watching the lone fisherman, he finally spoke to him.

“Excuse me, but i’ve been observing your unusual routine for several days. You always catch exactly three fish and then go away.”

“And why on earth should i want to wait around here after that?”

“For more fish to take the bait.”

“But I only need three fish. There are only three of us at home.”

“And you’ve never thought of trying to catch more fish?”

“What for?”

“To sell, so that you could buy nets and a fishing boat.”

“what for?:

“so that you can buy a bigger house and then may be another boat have people working for you.”

“so that you could have other things, be very rich and do all the thing you like doing.”