Fisherman and Old Cloot
Be eater or be eaten.
Many centuries ago, a fisherman lived with his three sons on the strand of a deep lake. He could not see the opposite side across its width, and a day was too short to travel its length, even when wind filled the sail of his boat.
The great lake was surrounded on every side by upland moors and evergreen forests. Heather hills and craggy peaks rolled back as far as the legs could march, so that the fisherman’s people were much alone, often hidden even from each other by dense fogs. Those few who did dwell around the edges of the lake were fishermen and cowherds. When they were not plying their trades or stealing cows, they made war on each other. Like everyone else, the fisherman avoided anyone with the wrong name and only visited his neighbo
