Turi Compindo

Jumat, 11 April 2014

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The Enchanted Fish

There once was a fisherman who lived with his in a small hut close by the seaside. The fisherman used to go fishing every day. One day, as he sat in his boat with his rod, looking at the sparkling waves and watching his line, all of a sudden his float was dragged away deep into the water. He quickly started to reel in his line and managed to pull out a huge fish. “wow! This will feed us for days. Much to his surprise, the fish started to talk and said, “pray, let me live! I am not a real fish; I am an enchanted prince. Put me in the water again, and let me go ! have mercy o’ kid fisherman.” The astonished fisherman quickly threw him back, exclaiming, “ I don’t what to hurt a talking fish! Go on! Go where you camefrom.”
When the fisherman went home to his wife, he told her everything that had happened and how, on hearing it speak, he had let it go again. “didn’t you ask it for anything ?” said the wife. “No, I dind’t, what should I have asked for?” replied the fisherman.
“I am surprised you don’t realize what you should have asked for. We live very wretchedly here, in this nasty dirty hut. We are poor and I am so miserable. You shouls have asked for a nice cozy cottage. Now go back and ask the fish that we want a snug little cottage”, said his wife.
The fisherman wasn’t sure about this but he still went to the seashore, sat in this boat, went to the middle of the sea and said :
“O enchanted beautiful fish!
Hear my plea!
My wife wants not what I want,
And she won’t give up till she has her own will,
So come forth and help me!”

The fish immediately came swimming to him, and said, “Well, what is her will? How can I help your wife?” “Ah!” said the fisherman, “she says that when I had caught you, I ought to have asked you for something before I let you go. She does not like living in our little hut, and wants a snug little cottage.” “Go home, then,” said the fish, “She is already in the cottage!” So the fisherman went home, and saw his wife standing at the door of a nice trim little cottage. “Come in, come on in! Look at the beautiful cottage we have.” Everything went fine for a while, and the one day fisherman’s wife said, “Husband, there is not enough room for us in this us in this cottage, go back to the fish an tell him to make me an emperor.” “Wife,” said the fisherman, “I don’t want to go to him again. Perhaps he will be angry. We ought to be happy with what the fish has given us and not be greedy.” “Nonsense!” said the wife; “The fish will do it very willingly, I know. Go along and try!” With a heavy heart the fisherman went to the middle of the sea and said :
“O enchanted beautiful fish!
Hear my plea!
My wife wants not what I want,
And she won’t give up till she has her own will,
So come forth and help me!”
“What would she have now?” said the fish; “Ah!” said the fisherman, “she wants to be an emperor.” “Go home,” said  the fish; “She is and emperor already.”
So he went home and he saw his wife sitting on a very lofty throne made of solid gold, with a great crown on her head full tow yards high. And on each side of  her stood her guards and attendants in a row. The fisherman went up to her and said, “ Wife, are you an emperor?’ “Yes”, said the man, as he gazed upon her, “What a fine thing it is to be an emperor!” “Husband,” said she “it is good to be an emperor.” They were happy for a while.
Then a time came when she was not able to sleep all night for she was thinking what she should ask next. At last, as she was about to fall asleep, morning broke, and the sun rose. “Ha!” thought she, as she woke up and looked at it through the window, “after all I cannot prevent the sun rising.” At this thought she was very angry, and wakened her husband, and said, “Husband, go to the dish and tell him I must be lord of the sun and the moon.” The fisherman was half asleep, but the thought frightened him so much that he fell out the bed. “Alas, wife!” said he, “cannot you be happy with being such a powerful emperor?”

“No” said she, “I am very uneasy as long as the sun and the moon rise my permission. Go to the fish at once!” “I don’t think this is a good idea,” said the fisherman but his wife wouldn’t listen to him. “why don’t you just go and ask the fish to make me the lord of everything,” she said.
Then the man went shivering with fear. As he was going down to the shore a dreadful strom arose. The trees and the very rocks shook and the sky became black with stormy clouds. There were great black waves, swelling up like mountains with crowns of white foam upin their heads. Unfortunately the fisherman did not have any choice, so he got onto his boat and rowed to the middle of the sea and cried out as loud as he could :
“O enchanted beautiful fish!
Hear my plea!
My wife wants not what I want,
And she won’t give up till she has her own will,
So come forth an help me!”

“What does she want now?” said the fish. “I am truly ashamed of my wife’s greed but I can’t do anything. She wants to be lord of the sun and the moon. “Go home,” said the fish, “to your small hut.” And it is said that they live there to this very day.