It was something from many days ago—
Beside the Everflow River, in the reeds, the old man standing at the bow of the boat called out to a few young men fishing with nets on the dock.
"Boys, don't touch those fish, they've eaten dead people."
A few sun-tanned young men looked up and saw the old man on the boat smiling as he spoke.
"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about? If the fish have eaten humans, why can't they be eaten?"
"Exactly!"
"Whatever flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or falls into the water—all are fish. The fatter they are, the better they sell!"
Looking at these young men who lacked reverence, the old man shook his head and sighed.
"You do know that everything flying in the sky and running on the ground ends up in the water, but do you know what they ate before they fell in?"
The young men looked at each other, unable to speak.
Finally, the young man pulling the net, ignorant of the vastness of the world, cheekily replied.
