The witless fisherman ran to find the fish. He called the golden fish. Fisherman and The Golden Fish Once there lived a fisherman and his good-wife on the shore of the deep blue ocean. But the golden fish lay still in his hands, and looked at him with wise eyes, and spoke—yes, my dears, it spoke, just as if it were you or I. When the old man returned, in place of the cottage, he now saw a lofty palace with a golden roof. When she swam to the shore, he bowed and said that his wife now wanted to be queen of the land. Later on, a cat comes into the house, you believe it will eat the fish, and there you are wrong, because the cat not only fails to eat the fish but saves its life. When she swam to the shore, he bowed and said that his wife now wanted to be queen of the land. The old fisherman took the golden fish in his hands. The old man listened to the fish and put the fishing rod in to the lake. You would have thought the golden fish would have splashed with his tail, and turned head downwards, and swum away into the blue depths of the sea. He ran home to find that the golden fish had taken back all the wishes. The goldfish glows alone with its improbable color. Is it moving? It stayed there with its tail slowly flapping in the water so as to keep its head up, and it looked at the fisherman with its wise eyes, and it spoke again. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and a bolt of thunder. The golden fish again asked him to go home and assured him that his wish would be granted. "At least it will be enough for supper," said he. He ran home to find that the golden fish had taken back all the wishes. The fish comforted him and let him go home. The fisherman realised that if he had not listened to his greedy wife, they would not have lost the bathtub or the palace and would have been very rich. And it was this single golden fish which had made the net so heavy. The cinnabar red fins and the red eye heighten the brilliance of the scales, which look as though embroidered upon the fish. Not a bit of it. The man was very happy and he continued to pull up the golden rope. The boy buys a golden fish (aka The Golden Fish, an Oscar winner 1959)and takes it home, throws it into a bowl and leaves. And it was this single golden fish which had made the net so heavy. "At least it will be enough for supper," said he. After he pulled up the fishing rod, he saw a golden rope attached to the fishing line. However, this time, the little golden fish did not appear. But the golden fish lay still in his hands, and looked at him with wise eyes, and spoke—yes, my dears, it spoke, just as if it were you or I. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and a bolt of thunder. Presumably it is, for the seven other fish seem to be running away from it. The golden rope must be very long the old man thought because he could not see the end of the golden rope. The old fisherman took the golden fish in his hands. However, this time, the little golden fish did not appear. Sentries were marching to and fro and exercising with their guns.