Louis did not lead, before this, an unusual life. His grandfather was a butcher. His father was a butcher. So, Louis was a butcher. He had a small 商店 on Flatbush. Steady customers. Good meat. He was always friendly, always helpful, a wonderful guy.
But Louis was not a happy man. He hated meat. From the time he was a little boy he was always surrounded 由 meat. Whenever he would visit his grandfather on Sundays it was always, “Louis, my 最喜爱的 grandson. What a good boy. Here’s a hotdog.” On his birthdays his beaming parents would hand him a gift-wrapped salami. When he was thirteen they gave him a turkey.
Louis did anything to get away from meat. He got a job, afternoons, cleaning 鱼 tanks in a doctor’s office. Louis loved the job. For hours, he’d stare at the fish, their eyes blinking, their fins flapping. But a good thing doesn’t last long.
One night at dinner, Louis’ mother 说 to his father: “Nat, why does Louis have to slave over those lousy fish? What’s the matter? 你 can’t give him a little job in the store?” “But, Ma, I like…” “You’re right, Rose. Tomorrow, Louis, after school, 你 come to the store. It’s time 你 learned something about meat.”
And that was it. Every 日 Louis was at his father’s shop. “Someday this will be all yours,” his father would say.
And it was. His parents died suddenly and Louis took over the butcher shop. For years that’s where he worked.
Louis was so unhappy. His only happy times were when he was in the refrigerator. There he’d sit for hours and draw fish. Big ones. Little ones. He’d draw them all over the place. Surrounded 由 steaks, all Louis thought about was fish. But then it got worse.
He began to see 鱼 everywhere. At home. On the bus. At ball games. Even his customers began to look like 鱼 to him. Business started to fail. His health declined. He was always thirsty.
At night Louis had trouble sleeping. One night in May, he had bad dreams. He dreamt he was walking down the 街, 街道 and he was attacked. Hamburgers were punching him. Salamis kicked him. 羊肉, 羔羊 chops, roast beefs, and briskets all ganged up on him. He yelled for help, but no one came.
That morning Louis woke up feeling cold and wet. He was a fish. A salmon. Al from Al’s Pet Store, found him on the bus going up Flatbush.
“Look at that face,” he tells his customers. “I couldn’t eat him, so I brought him to the store.” Louis soon forgot everything about being a butcher, living on Flatbush, 或者 even being a human being at all.
After a hard life, Louis was a happy fish.
