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The Little Fish and the Big Horse —

There was once a little fish who lived in a pond.

On a particularly sunny day, a very big horse walked over to the pond for a drink.

The little fish looked up at the gigantic horse in amazement and swam up to him.

“Horse, why don’t you live in the pond?” The little fish asked.

“Well,” the horse replied, “I don’t live in the pond because I can’t swim.”

The little fish smiled and swam away.

The next day, the horse walked back to the pond for a drink.

The little fish swam up to him.

“Horse, why can’t you swim?” The little fish asked.

“Well,” the horse replied, “I can’t swim because I don’t have fins like you do.”

The little fish smiled and swam away.

The next day, the horse walked back to the pond for a drink.

The little fish swam up to him.

“Horse, why don’t you have fins?” the little fish asked.

“Well,” the horse said, “If I had fins, I would be a fish, not a horse.”

To which the little fish replied, “I bet you wish you were a fish like me!” and jumped out of the water, making a splash.

“Well,” the horse pronounced, “I guess that’s what makes me a horse, and you a fish.”

The little fish then realized he was very hungry. He started swimming around, looking for food in the pond.

He grew tired as he searched and searched, high and low, all over the pond. After a while he swam back to the horse with a frown as he tried to think of how to get some food.

The horse had an idea.

The big horse walked to an apple tree near the pond. He found a worm inside of an apple on the ground. He pulled the worm out of the apple brought it back to the pond. He dropped it in right next to the little fish.

The little fish looked up at the horse, then down and ate the worm. “Thank you.”

The little fish looked up again and said, “Horse, I’m glad you’re a horse.”

“And I’m glad you are a fish,” said the horse, as he smiled… and walked away.

The End

Copyright (C) 2012 (Published under the CC Attribution 4.0 International license)


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