The half-intelligent fish thought: "My guide is gone.
I should have gone with him.
But I didn't and now I've lost my chance to escape.
I wish that I had gone with him."
So the half-intelligent fish mourned the abscence of his guide for a while
and then thought to himself:
"What can I do to save myself from these men and their nets?
Perhaps if I pretend to be dead. I'll belly up on the surface
and float like a weed floats just giving myself totally to the water to die before I die."
So he did that. And so he bobbed up and down
hopeless - within the arms reach of a fisherman.
"Look at this! The biggest fish of all is dead!"
one of the men lifted him up by the tail, spat on him and threw him on the ground.
He rolled over and over and slid secretly near the water and then back in.