S: Wow dad! You caught a fish. What sort of fish is it?
F: It's a trout for our dinner. Now we'll take it home in the bucket to keep it fresh.
S: Gee dad! It's still swimming around in the bucket. Do you think it has any brothers and sisters?
F: You can't be sentimental about a fish son. Now I'll cut off its head and gut it...
S: Wah! Dad, I hate you! Why are you going to murder this poor fish? Its mummy is waiting for it...
F: Right then. No dinner for you!. We'll take the fish back to its mummy ..
S: Let's hurry before the sun goes down. All the fish's brothers and sisters will be going home now..
F: Splash! There your fish is free again.
S: Wah ! Dad, this is horrible! That nasty big fish just ate our little fish. Why don't you do something?
F: Well, would you like a big fish for dinner?
"Fishy Story " © copyrighted to Thor May; all rights reserved 2002