green fairy tale book

Chapter 3 The Story of the Fisherman and His Wife (1)
Once upon a time there was a fisherman who lived with his wife in a small shack by the sea.The fisherman fishes by the sea every day.He just held the fishing rod like this, sitting on the beach and fishing, looking at the sparkling sea, just looking and looking...

Once, just as the fisherman was fishing and watching like this, something suddenly pulled the fishing line violently at the bottom of the water. The fisherman hurriedly dragged the fishing rod vigorously, and finally caught a huge flounder.The fisherman was very happy.Unexpectedly, at this moment, the flounder actually said: "Listen, fisherman. Please let me live. I am not a real flounder, I am a prince under magic. My flesh is not at all It's delicious, even if you kill me, what good is it? Put me back in the water and let me go!"

"Well," said the fisherman, "you don't have to talk so much. I'm sure I won't eat a talking flounder." With that, he released the flounder back into the sparkling sea, and the flounder immediately dived into the water and swam Gone, leaving only a long bloodstain on the water.The fisherman packed his gear and returned to his little hut.

"Honey," said his wife, "didn't you catch anything today?"

"No," said the Fisherman, "I caught a flounder, but he said he was an enchanted prince, so I put him back in the sea."

"Didn't you ask him any wish?" said the wife.

"No," said the Fisherman, "what can I wish for him?"

"Ah!" said the wife, "I don't want to live in this little dirty shack all my life. You should ask him for a villa. Yes, that's it. You call him now and tell him we If you want a villa, he will definitely give it to you."

"Oh!" said the fisherman, "why should I go?"

"Why?" said the wife. "You caught him and let him go. You have given him the grace of not killing him. He will surely grant your wish. Go!"

The fisherman didn't want to go at all, but his wife was very stubborn, so he had to come to the sea again.At this time, the sea water no longer looks sparkling, but yellow and green.The fisherman stood on the shore and said:

"The flounder that the prince turned into, please come out! My wife Isabel wants to make a wish to you, I really can't say it!"

After a while the flounder swam up and said, "What does she want?"

"Alas!" said the fisherman, "my wife said I should make a wish to you. She no longer wants to live in a shack, but a villa."

"Go home," said Flounder, "the villa will be there."

So the fisherman went home.He found that the small shack had indeed disappeared, and a beautiful villa stood where the small shack was.His wife was sitting on the bench in front of the door.She grabbed the fisherman's hand and said, "Come in, don't you think it's much better now?"

They walked into the villa and looked up and down.There was a small antechamber, a pretty little drawing-room, and a bedroom with a bed; there was also a dining-room and a kitchen, complete with all the necessities of life, and a great deal of tin and brass utensils.There is a small yard outside the villa, in which there are many chickens and ducks, and there is also a small garden full of vegetables and fruit trees.

"Look," said the wife, "isn't it pretty?"

"Yes," said the husband, "we can live happily ever after here."

"Well, we have to think about it," said the wife.

They ate dinner and went to bed.After a week or two like this, the wife suddenly said, "Listen, husband, this house is too small, and the yard and garden are too small. That flounder should give us a bigger house. I want to live In a great castle built of stone. Go to Flounder and let him send us a castle."

"Oh, my wife," said the fisherman, "this villa is good enough! Why should we live in the castle?"

"What for?" said the wife, "you're a club. You just go and find the halibut, it'll do what we want."

"No, wife," said the fisherman, "the flounder has given us a cottage, and I don't want to trouble him, he will be angry."

"Go!" said the wife. "He will certainly give us the castle, and he should be glad to repay us. Go!"

The fisherman's heart was very heavy. He didn't want to go at all, but he didn't dare to disobey his wife's wishes."It's not right," he said to himself, but he went anyway.

When he got to the beach, the water was blue and purple and cloudy, but still calm.The fisherman stood on the shore and said: "The prince turned into a flounder, come out! My wife Isabel has made a wish to you again, alas! I really can't say it!"

"What does she want this time?" said Flounder.

"Ah!" said the Fisherman in shame, "she wants to live in a big castle made of stone."

"Go back," said Flounder, "she is standing at the gate of the castle."

When the fisherman returned home, he found that the villa had disappeared, replaced by a large castle built of stone.His wife was standing on the steps to go in.She grabbed the fisherman's hand and said, "Go in and have a look!"

He and his wife went in, and saw the halls of the castle with marble floors, and many servants opening doors for them, and all the rooms were covered with fine carpets, and the walls were beautiful. The tapestries, all the tables and chairs are gilded, and there are crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.When meal time came, the servants served them the most delicious food.There is a very spacious courtyard outside the castle. In one corner of the courtyard are stables, cowsheds and carriage houses, all of which are beautifully built; in addition, there is a large garden full of various beautiful flowers and valuable fruit trees; There is also a park for miles around, with deer and hares in it-it is really a perfect castle.

"Here," said the wife, "isn't it pretty?"

"Beautiful, indeed very beautiful," said the fisherman, "from now on we shall live in this beautiful castle, and live happily!"

"Well, we have to think about it." The wife said.Then they went to bed.

The next day, just after dawn, my wife got up.She sat on the bed and looked out the window at the vast land.Her husband was still asleep, so she nudged him and said, "Honey, get up and look out of the window. How can we not be kings of this land? Go find the flounder and say we shall be king."

"Oh, wife!" said the Fisherman, "why should we be kings? I don't want to be kings."

"Well," said the wife, "if you don't want to be king, I will be. Go to Flounder and tell him I want to be king."

"Oh, my wife," said the Fisherman, "why do you want to be a king? I can't say that."

"Why not?" said the wife, "don't talk nonsense to my old lady, go find the flounder, I must be king!"

The fisherman is torn between his wife's desire to be king, and he has no desire to go.He thought to himself: "This is not the right way! This is not the right way!" But his wife kept making trouble, so he had to go.When he came to the beach, the sea water had turned dark gray. The sea was originally calm, but now there were huge waves beating against the coast.He stood on the shore and said: "The prince has turned into a flounder, come out! My wife Isabel made a wish to you again, alas! I really can't say it!"

"Why do you come here to mutter if you can't say it, and don't come if you really can't say it." Flounder said helplessly, "What does she want this time?"

"Alas!" said the Fisherman, "she wants to be king."

"Go back, she's king already," said the Flounder.

So the fisherman went home.He found that the castle was much larger, with several tall towers added, and many beautiful carvings on the walls of the castle.A group of guards stood majestically at the gate, and many soldiers with bronze drums and whistles were beating gongs and drums to welcome him.He entered the palace and found that all the furniture had been changed to solid gold or marble, and the satin curtains were hung with golden tassels.The door of the hall opened suddenly, and the fisherman's wife sat on a tall pure gold throne inlaid with countless diamonds, and the ministers of civil and military affairs kneeled darkly below.The Fisherman's Wife wears a golden crown and holds a gold scepter studded with jewels. On either side of the throne are six court ladies, each a head taller than the one next to the throne.The fisherman came to his wife and said:

"Ah, wife, are you really king?"

"Yes," said the wife, "I am king now."

(End of this chapter)