In which there aren't three wishes, and the challenge is to make one suffice
Only One Wish (Ireland)
Long ago a man and a woman lived by the sea.
The man’s parents lived with them. They had known much sorrow and were
very poor, and there were no children in the house at all.
Despite all the hardships, they made a living by
fishing until one day a storm rose up and smashed the fishing boat and nearly
took the lives of those aboard as well.
The next day, the man went walking by the
shore. The only boat to have survived the storm belonged to a rich man–a
cruel, and selfish rich man.
“I will take the boat out,” said the man to
himself. “For if I am arrested I will hang, but if I am not caught I can
catch enough food for my family.”
Out he went, and cast out the nets three times, but
only brought aboard a small silver fish. He made to kill the fish, though
it would make poor food, when it spoke to him.
“Let me live!” cried the fish. “For I can
grant you a wish!”
“Only one wish?” asked the fisherman. “Not
three?”
“One wish is better than no wishes,” said the
fish. “Let me go now and return the boat to the shore. Tomorrow I
will come to you and ask for your wish.”
So the man let the small silver fish go, and took
the boat back to shore.
When he returned home, he told his family about the
small silver fish.
“But I only get one wish!” he cried.
“Wish for gold,” said his mother, “for gold will
solve all our problems.
“You should wish to restore my eyesight,” said his
old father, “for I am blind.”
“Wish for a child,” said his wife, “for surely a
child is the most precious gift of all!”
The man could not decide. He tossed and turned
all night. Only one wish, only one wish. What could he choose with
only one wish?
As the sun rose, he went to the shore and called to
the small silver fish.
“Well,” said the fish, “have you decided upon a
wish?”
“I have,” said the man. “I wish that my father
could see my wife rocking our child in a golden cradle.”
And his one wish was granted, and the family lived in comfort
and happiness for many years.
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