"I told you not to give leftovers to the pigs, you're stupid ala!" Eugy's wife was outraged. "What are we supposed to eat for dinner, huh? I'm asking you!"

Eugy felt bad, but he also felt bad for the pigs previously. They didn't eat well last week, after all.

"Dear, I'll catch the salmon, you'll see," Eugy said, and, being bombarded with curses, slipped into the shed to take the rusty rod. On his way back, he picked up a bit of bread, and off he went.

The river was three hours' walk from the village. Once he reached the water, Eugy squatted very low to grab some with his palms and greedily pressed his lips to the vital coolness. "Salmon, salmon, off you go..." he sang to himself, trying to fight back the thoughts of inability to catch this fish at this time of the year.

Eugy didn't manage even to cast the line when he saw something glistening on the bottom, just a few steps from the shore. The man put the rod on the ground, stepped into the water, and examined the spot. It was a plastic bag lying on the bottom. Eugy took it out, gazed around to make sure nobody saw him, and only then opened the finding. Inside were fresh slices of salmon, in thin wrapping paper with some logo on it.

There was nobody around, only the slight warm wind mingling across the river, tickling Eugy's naked torso. The man couldn't believe his luck but decided not to test it further. He quickly grabbed his belongings and headed straight back home. No more inner singing was needed.