'Penny look!' Penny heard a distant voice who was speaking in her dream that she had, 'See this right here,' came the man's voice.
Little Penelope looked up at the man, her father who had caught a golden fish in his hand. They were in the water stream which was gushing down while bringing new fish every minute and every day.
"Papa, it is dying!" she said looking at the fish flap its fins and body. Noticing his daughter's distress over the dying fish, he let the fish down, releasing it which joined the rest of its school in the river.
The little girl still looked worried, a deep frown that settled between her eyebrows. Her father laughed looking at her, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat some fish for dinner?" he asked his daughter.
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