A small booth near the edge of the port, it's protected by a piece of old, sun-bleached sailcloth. Baskets of freshly-caught fish, bivalves, and eels sit in the shade in stained wooden troughs of water. A small, aggressive-looking dog is chained to one table, presumably to keep cats away. The stall is redolent with the aroma of fish.
Fishmonger's stall, Port
eel
fish
I love swimming in the river with the other fish. Mostly I spend my days looking for smaller fish to eat. When people cast lines into the river, we all swim away from them and hide. Sometimes one of the other fish gets confused and bites down on the lures.
How did you come to be in this stall eel!? The dreaded nets snared me in!! I've avoided them many a time, but today was my unlucky day! Aye the same happened to me friend! I dont know how we will get out of this... I'm not ready to give up my life of swimming and resting among the sand knolls. But what can we do? I do not know. Many of our brothers and sisters have already perished. I fear we may not be far behind Might the old dog be of any assistance?  Be he friend or foe? How could we trust him not have us for a snack when he realizes how fresh we are! Aye, I fear you are right, even the dogs like fresh fish!  It's been a lovely little life while it lasted.  Do you believe in heaven for us creatures? I do not know about a heaven but I feel like we are in hell now! Im burning up and dont feel so well.... I think the trials of this short life will soon be over - but take heart, I think the seas of heaven await us Id hug you if we had arms friend! You know, I do believe there were eels and fish on board Noah's ark!