The

Great

Fish

This is a tale, about a male, who caught a fish, as big as a whale. His name was Davydd; he went fishing in the Ewenny River, as he waded in his torn trousers clung to his legs and water poured through the holes. He stood in the same position all day long but he couldn’t catch anything,

“It’s not fair I never catch anything!”

When the sun was setting Davydd felt a cool breeze through his torn t-shirt. Suddenly, there was a tug on his fishing rod he pulled and pulled and pulled until finally there was the most magnificent meaty fish. Its scales shone in the sunlight and its teeth gleamed brightly. He quickly waded out and grabbed his bag of half eaten sandwiches and his torn coat still clutching his fish and his rod. He ran over the bridge, past the dark wood, down the lane and into his little old cottage. When he got there, he was out of breath, but he managed to pant, “Look at my fish my marvellous fish.”

A little while later

Kerry lifted the knife to cut the fish; and rested it upon her shoulder. She brought it down at great speed. When it was about an inch away the fish shook. Kerry dropped the knife on the floor, ran around the kitchen table and flung open the wooden door to find Davydd, who was in the pig sty at that moment. Davydd heard Kerry’s screams and came running to meet her.

“What ever is the matter? Why are you screaming?”

Kerry quickly explained what had happened and they both rushed back into the house.

But the fish was gone! There in its place was a pesky, it pointed its long warty finger and cackled

“You be cursed” in a high pitched voice.

From that day on whenever Davydd went fishing a huge wave crashed onto the shore and you could hear an echo saying

“You be cursed, you be cursed, you be cursed ”