“You threw it back? Then wish us supper.”
To please his sister, the fisherman did exactly that. Voila! A table laden with delicacies appeared.
She sated herself. “Foolish man, we could have had a different life for that wish. Ask for a fine house and all that would sustain us in it.”
“Would that make you happy?”
“You”ll have one wish left if it doesn’t”
Without the posh accent, education, and manners to go with the lifestyle, she was miserable.
Her brother asked the fish for happiness. He was six again. She was five. Valued equally by society, they thrived.
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