Now, when the master was gone the little goldfish at the bottom of the pond talked together. They did not want to play down under the water so long.
The first little goldfish said, “I like the sunshine, and I like to hear the birds sing and I like to hear the winds blow. It looks lovely to me to swim near the shore and see the pebbles and the sand. I see no harm in it, and I am not going to stay down deep in the water. The master does not know.”
The second little goldfish said, “I want to go to the other side of the lattice. I see some fish over there. I wish to visit and talk, too. They can tell me things I need to know. I do not like this deep pond anyway. The master does not know.”
The third little goldfish said, “You should do as the master says, and I advise you to stay here. I am not going to swim near the bank, nor go beyond that lattice. The master knows.”
So the first little goldfish rose to the top and swam near the bank, and then he jumped right out of the water on to the sand where he lay until the sun parched him.
The second little goldfish floated down to the lattice work where the current was so swift it carried him through into the lake where a big fish swallowed him.
The third little goldfish remained under the water, and the next morning when the master came there was only one little goldfish to be fed.
“Where are the others?” asked the master.
“I do not know,” said the little goldfish. “One of them said he was going to swim in the sunshine, and the other said he was going to dart through the lattice.”
The master looked along the bank and found the body of the poor little goldfish where he had dried up in the hot sun. He then looked in the big lake and saw an old fish who looked as if he had just eaten breakfast.
“I think I have lost two little goldfish because they would not do as I told them to do,” said the master.
The other little goldfish ate his fish bread and went back to the bottom of the pond to think over the results of the disobedience of his companions.
_One should be careful not to fly too high._
A long time ago there lived a man named Daedalus who was such a genius that he could make anything. The king of the country became angry and jealous because Daedalus could do so many wonderful things, and so he shut him up in a tower and kept him prisoner on an island out in the ocean. He imprisoned the little son, Icarus, along with his father.