A Modern Moral Fairy Tale
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And there was no money to be had in the village (which was why everyone went off to the factories to work and came back only when they were too exhausted to live). The place was too desolate for tourists, too far for industry, and too undiscovered for explorers. But there were the salmon, swimming long and lazily over the gold-tinged rocks that would tower over the skyscrapers of London or New York (but possibly not Singapore).
The boy started watching the salmon in the ravine, first from the window of the internet café that perched perilously close to the edge of the ravine, and then from a tiny spot almost to the water’s edge, which he got to with ropes he carefully and painstakingly wove from rice stalks.
