Of Fishes and Bread

Once there was a man who went fishing. The first fish he caught was too small so he put it back in the water, the second one was too big and he would have trouble carrying it home so he put it back too. Some time passed before he found one that was just right and he was greatly pleased by his catch. Puffing up his chest he proudly went home and showed it off to his wife, but great was his disappointment when she angrily set him aside.

"The fish is no good," she said. She kept saying things like it was too small or it was too bony and why he only caught one. The man looked at the fish but it wasn't that at all for him, but as the wife kept talking on and on and the fish seemed different to him. Sighing he took the fish and walked out thinking what to do with it. On the road, while walking, a carriage pulled up and a noble offered to buy the fish.

With a regretful heart he sold it and went back home with a hungry stomach and a hungry heart.

The wife was serving morsels of bread.

"We'll need some for tomorrow," she said. But the man thought the bread won't taste that good tomorrow but kept quiet and ate them instead.

As for the fish it was served on the noble man's table but not without going through his cook's hands first. The cook sliced it up. It was going to be some sort of fillet, something hard hit his knife and lo and behold he held in his hand, some small egg-sized diamond that glittered like sand.

He kept it in his pocket and with a smile cooked up the fillet. And everyone was happy by the end of the day. Except of course, the man who started all the fray.

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There's supposed to be a moral here somewhere and the story holds double meanings for me but well, moving on. Happy Sunday everyone!!!