Once upon a time, a fisherman and his wife lived in a shanty by the sea. They were poor as poor could be, and worse still, they were very unhappy.
In its day, the shanty had served as a snug little home, but age and neglect had taken their toll. The fisherman had once been a strong, good-looking boy, lively and as ruddy as an apple. Now he looked old beyond his years, and he always looked sad. His wife — at least, to hear her tell it — had once been the prettiest girl in the town.
Did I say that the fisherman always looked sad? It isn't so. There was one moment in the day when he smiled and felt like himself again. You see, a fisherman has to rise in the night and ply his boat in the dark to the deep water, because the best fish are caught early in the day. Day in, day out, our fisherman would look east and watch the sun peek above the water, and every day the dawn was different.
This was the moment each day when he smiled.
The fisherman was called Aldorato, and his wife wa