An elder fish once spoke of watery truths to many a young egg that on the eve did hatch:
“A worm whose jiggle does not entice,
That squirms but does not dance,
Whose spirit beckons not,
Steer clear! Clear at any cost,
For plenty a fishes’ life ma—”
A net entrapped all living things in the general vicinity— and swept them up.
— Bastian Espada