The fisherman and his wife

you might have seen inthe sea great black waves, swelling up like mountains with crowns ofwhite foam upon their heads. And the fisherman crept towards the sea,and cried out, as well as he could:
`O man of the sea! Hearken to me! My wife Ilsabill Will have her own will, And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!`
“What does she want now?` said the fish. “Ah!` said he, “she wants tobe lord of the sun and moon.` “Go home,` said the fish, “to yourpigsty again.`
And there they live to this very day.