When he saw me he smiled ,that brown urchin , I was surprised , I didn't expect this clarity from him . you know the brown things are deep .
He was an adept fishmonger . He have a silver net, inherited it from his old grandfathers . But he told me that he did not like fish , and all what he do is painting the fish with silver , then he casts it to the other bank of the river , where the sun falls .He likes the sunset , and likes sun . He told me that the sun at sunset , reaches the river , and catches the fish as a bear .
He entered me in his thriving house , it was a burrow , what a cold burrow was it ? the dust is moist , he has a warmhearted neighborhoods . they were smooth like the lemon leafs . he set me on an old table , made from the hoopoe bones , he was a good bewitching . He had a wife and children , they are bewitchings also .
At first they mock at me , because I wear a shining clothes . They say to me , be brown and deep , after that they alienated me to a silver fish with elegant wings , then they throw me to the other bank , where the sunset . I was happy , although I don’t like the fish , nor the sunset . Yes , for many times I had dream that I fly in a strange space , but it did not occur to me that I will be - in someday – a silver meal to the sun .
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