I lake my some to a park around the corner and there is a small part of it with about 20 pine trees and I have started calling it the magic forest where I tell him stories.
So I thought I would start writing them down
The young fisherman like to go fishing, he would go every day and ketch lots of fish. So many that he would have extra to sell to people walking past the bridge he would fish under.
One day he caught the biggest fish he ever caught and when he tried to reel it in the fish's head poked out from the water on the shore and said " I am a magical fish, if you let me go I will grant you one with". "any with?" The fisherman replied.
Fish: Of course whatever you wish for you will have forever.
Fisherman: Ok fish, you have a deal. I want to be king of my own land with my own kingdom
Fish: Your wish will be granted as soon as I am free.
The fisherman released the fish and it quickly swam away
The young fisherman looked at his hands and around him but nothing had changed. So he packed up for the day and went home to bed.
The next day when the fisherman woke he rolled over to get out of bed but did not reach the side of the bed. He rolled three more times and sat up at the side of the bed and looked around.
He had servants to help him get dressed his meals were brought to him every day and he never had to worry again about anything.
Anything except everyone else's problems in the kingdom. His whole day was filled every day with meetings about foreign affairs, military strategies, Tax rates, all the way to what flowers to plant next year in the gardens.
One day he was returning from a foreign meeting and wished as they traveled along the ocean that he could fish for just for a minute. Then on the way home, they happened to cross over his bridge where a person around his age and build was selling fish at the side of the road as he was fishing.
The king stared into the fisherman's eyes and asked if he would like to be king for a day. The fisherman replied that he was a simple fisherman and would know nothing about being king so he would stick to fishing and as the king left the fisherman took a nap under the shade of a tree.
When the king was old and gray and about to die his last words were I wish I had gone fishing more in life.
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