A Modern Moral Fairy Tale
The salmon now would no longer haunt the grey boulders by day, but stayed
quietly in the shadows, haunting the boy’s dreams by night. For now
instead of swimming with them lazily and luxuriously in the cool, deliciously
clear water, the boy would be frantically dodging turbulent undercurrents
of mud, grabbing through the filthy water to grasp—nothing, knives which
cut into his nerves, electric eels, man-of-war jellyfish, cut-glass shards.
And the People with Time and Money left without the salmon, as they mocked
the boy and told him not to play such silly Nigerian scams again.