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THE FISHES AND NEWTS.
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snake,—don’t be afraid my little ones,—no, it is
an eel, you can see it by its fins and flattened
body. It is elegance in perpetual motion.
Here comes a whole shoal of small fry—one
might almost say a whole school of little ones
—how they sport about, just like little children
at play. But here comes a young pike sailing
along. They are not afraid of him,—he does
not care for small fry, though at first I was a
little anxious for the wee ones. He proceeds to
the surface, to breathe a little fresh air and to
have a look at the sky. There comes another
fish, a big perch, alongside of him; how
beautifully his scaly and variegated vestments glitter
when the sunbeams light them up, what
gorgeous colours the perch displays when near
the sunny surface ; he must be the coxcomb of
this lively society. What do they say to each
other?"
" What are you looking for ?" the motion
of the perch seems to express.
" I am only looking about to find my way out.
I don’t recognise this place !" answers the pike.
"I was born three years ago, and, together with
some hundreds of little brothers and sisters, had
my home in a large cavern made out of fir-tree
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