A Lovely House with Lofty Towers
When the good man drew in his nets again, he found the red fish. When he let it wriggle in the palm of his hand, it again looked at him with pleading eyes and spoke in a very piping voice:
“Little fisherman Tintelentyn,
Do not fry my bright red skin.
I beg you throw me back into the sea,
And all you may wish you shall have from me.”
The fisherman cast a frightened glance towards his wife, who was seated on the dry sand. Then with much hesitation he said:
“O little fish so red and fine,
You shall live, O little fish mine;
But Susie Grill my wife desires
A lovely house with lofty towers,
Everything of the best must be,
O little fish, will you help me?”
The fish stood up on its tail and said:
“Susie Grill, she is neither mad nor shy,
What she has wished for is now close by.”
The fisherman threw the fish back into the sea and turned homewards. Oh! how wonderful! There on the highest sand-hill, where the bathing-machine had stood, was a beautiful house. He could hardly wait to collect his nets, he was so anxious to know whether this time his wife would receive him more amiably.
Proud as a peacock she awaited him on the marble steps: