On another walk, I came upon this guy:
Nope. He was back on the sand in front of me. This time when I picked him up he didn't offer resistance. I flung him into the wave, and back he came again. Hmmm, maybe he just wants to die.
But, I thought, wouldn't he rather die in the water instead of gasping for breath on land? "Sorry Buddy, you are just too cute not to take your picture." I took his photo as he stared at me with his two green eyes, moving his fish lips. Then I lifted him, waded into the water and flung him past the surf. He didn't return.
Success! What a good deed, I congratulated myself as I walked back down the beach. But then, feelings of self doubt came over me. Maybe he was an enchanted human that was turned into a fish and his last wish was to die on dry land. Maybe I had just screwed everything up. Maybe I had just lost my chance to be granted three wishes.
"Maybe you were supposed to kiss him," my friend Jon said.