The fishermen who scale and gut their catch


find a river in the bellies of the fish.

In the river shines a beach where some boys play soccer.

Some herons come to the beach to take off their feathers and go for a swim.

The fishermen wink at the boys,


urging them to bathe with the herons.

But the boys prefer to hide the herons' clothes.

Then those who scale and gut their fish


laugh so hard they fall down, choking.

The herons dress themselves in the scales of the fish and dive into the river.

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