The Catch

A boy sat on the cliffs with waves of sea water crashing onto the cliffs and spraying the smell of fresh salt mixing with cool breezes. The sun was slowly setting in the water, spreading its golden red rays everywhere. The sky seems to be lit by a red fire with clouds resembling flames. The birds far in the horizon were travelling somewhere. The fishes will be spared for tonight, thought the boy. But not tomorrow, I will surely catch them. A sea gull came near him, and he looked at its white feathers and peculiar beak. And it spoke. "There between the cliffs is a pond of water with loads of fishes." "Are you sure?" Asked the boy. "Look for yourself." So he got up and climbed the steep