Fisherman (Stage 2)

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  Every evening the young Fisherman went out upon the sea, and threw his nets into the water.
  
  When the wind blew from the land he caught nothing, or but little at best, for it was a bitter and black-winged wind, and rough waves rose up to meet it. But when the wind blew to the shore, the fish came in from the deep, and swam into the meshes of his nets, and he took them to the market-place and sold them.
  
  Every evening he went out upon the sea, and one evening the net was so heavy that hardly could he draw it into the boat. And he laughed, and said to himself "Surely I have caught all the fish that swim, or snared some dull monster. That will be a marvel to men, or some thing of horror that the great Queen will desire."
  
  He put forth all his strength, and tugged at the coarse ropes till, like lines of blue enamel round a vase of bronze, the long veins rose up on his arms. He tugged at the thin ropes, and nearer and nearer came the circle of flat corks, and the net rose at last to the top of the water.
  
  But no fish at all was in it, nor any monster or thing of horror. But only a little Mermaid lying fast a sleep.