Chapter 118
One day a fisherman, who earned his living with his nets, caught nothing but one little fish after a long, hard day of work.
“Spare me,” pleaded the little creature. “I beg you. I’m so small that I wouldn’t be much of a meal for you anyway. I haven’t reached my full size yet. If you throw me back into the river, I’ll become bigger and will be worth eating. Then you can come here and catch me again.”
“Do you take me for a fool?” replied the man. “I’ve got you now, and if I let you return to the water, your tune will be, ‘Catch me, if you can.’”
Only a fool would pass up a certain gain for an uncertain profit.
