Thrice the same magic carp has taken my bait.
Thrice it said, “Alas, sir, you have captured me. Please spare my life and in return I will grant you one wish.”
I gazed at the fish; although the hook was caught in its mouth, it wriggled unenthusiastically. I pondered why this creature would continue to bite my bait. It must not have such a great life as a magical, talking fish; it must be lonely.
I understand loneliness. The days are long while I am alone in my boat, hoping for a successful catch to please my bitter wife.
Each time the fish returned to my hook, I felt a sense of companionship.
“I love you, Magic Carp.” I said.
“I love you too, Fisherman.” It replied.
We sat in silence.
“But none of your stupid wishes came true.” I accused.
“I’m sorry, I was just saying that for attention.”