“Fainting with heat, he suddenly found himself in the cold, cold river. He had turned into a fish. Tail, body, fins – everything was fishlike, except the head, which was his own and still ached. He swam through the muted, cool, underwater darkness and thought that now he would remain a fish forever and never go back to the moutains. “I won’t return,” he said to himself. “It’s better to be a fish, it’s better to be a fish...”
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