The fish seemed huge as the crowd gathered to admire the catch in the wind whipped grey light following the afternoon storm. He was so small that when his father told him to take the fish he’d caught he could hardly lift it’s snout out of the sand as he carried it proudly across the beach back to their house. The men from other houses jokingly yelled ‘Hey! That’s mine!!’. He just smiled and kept dragging the fish across the sand.