Louis did not lead, before this, an unusual life. His grandfather was a butcher. His father was a butcher. So, Louis was a butcher. He had a small 샵 on Flatbush. Steady customers. Good meat. He was always friendly, always helpful, a wonderful guy.
But Louis was not a happy man. He hated meat. From the time he was a little boy he was always surrounded 의해 meat. Whenever he would visit his grandfather on Sundays it was always, “Louis, my 가장 좋아하는 grandson. What a good boy. Here’s a hotdog.” On his birthdays his beaming parents would hand him a gift-wrapped salami. When he was thirteen they gave him a turkey.
Louis did anything to get away from meat. He got a job, afternoons, cleaning 물고기 tanks in a doctor’s office. Louis loved the job. For hours, he’d stare at the fish, their eyes blinking, their fins flapping. But a good thing doesn’t last long.
One night at dinner, Louis’ mother said to his father: “Nat, why does Louis have to slave over those lousy fish? What’s the matter? 당신 can’t give him a little job in the store?” “But, Ma, I like…” “You’re right, Rose. Tomorrow, Louis, after school, 당신 come to the store. It’s time 당신 learned something about meat.”
And that was it. Every 일 Louis was at his father’s shop. “Someday this will be all yours,” his father would say.
And it was. His parents died suddenly and Louis took over the butcher shop. For years that’s where he worked.
Louis was so unhappy. His only happy times were when he was in the refrigerator. There he’d sit for hours and draw fish. Big ones. Little ones. He’d draw them all over the place. Surrounded 의해 steaks, all Louis thought about was fish. But then it got worse.
He began to see 물고기 everywhere. At home. On the bus. At ball games. Even his customers began to look like 물고기 to him. Business started to fail. His health declined. He was always thirsty.
At night Louis had trouble sleeping. One night in May, he had bad dreams. He dreamt he was walking down the 거리 and he was attacked. Hamburgers were punching him. Salamis kicked him. 양고기 chops, roast beefs, and briskets all ganged up on him. He yelled for help, but no one came.
That morning Louis woke up feeling cold and wet. He was a fish. A salmon. Al from Al’s Pet Store, found him on the bus going up Flatbush.
“Look at that face,” he tells his customers. “I couldn’t eat him, so I brought him to the store.” Louis soon forgot everything about being a butcher, living on Flatbush, 또는 even being a human being at all.
After a hard life, Louis was a happy fish.
