Dreams. Chronicles of the Night.


Recreation Day

The company I worked for organized a recreation day for its staff. The occasion took place in a rented villa by the sea. The program included musical performances and various games. Altogether fifty people were present.

After the welcoming drinks we were directed to a garden, where we were divided into groups. A quiz competition followed.

The competition was hard. The questions were not restricted to any certain topic. It was impossible to predict whose team was going to get the answers right.

The questioning and answering had lasted for some time, when the host announced that the next question would be the last. It was a critical moment, since the team to get this question right would win the entire competition.

"The moment of truth has arrived. All teams ready?"
"Sure."
"What about the others? Nervous already?"
"We're ready."
"Right. The question is: You all see a fishing boat in the sea. In the boat the fishermen are about to lift a particularly large catch. Now tell me, what kind of a fish are they going to get:
a) pike
b) perch
c) shark
d) whale?"

All eyes were focused on the sea. Some used binoculars, some ran to the beach to see better. The vessel, only 20 metres off the shore, swayed at the weight of the catch. For a while it looked like the line was about the snap. The creature fought back vehemently. The fish was under water until slowly a big fin became visible, creating large swirls in the surface. A moment later a huge, dark head appeared, gasping for air.

The competitors squinted their eyes to see better while the fishermen continued pulling the fish. The tail splashed a rush of water on the deck. Soon the fish was completely out of the water.

The competitors were preparing to shout their answers, but they had difficulties reaching unanimous conclusions: for a pike the fish was too fat; for a perch the fish was too big; there were no sharks so far up in the north; and the fish didn't look like a whale either. In fact the fish was incredibly ugly. It was dark grey, almost black - a wrinkled and hideous-looking beast. With its large, expressionless eyes it looked around, gasping for air.

Even if the creature looked like a fish, I suggested, it was still possible that it was a baby whale lost from its usual regions. The suggestion sounded convincing, so our team shouted, "WHALE!"

"A whale has been suggested," the host commented. "Any other answers?"
"SHARK!" was the reply from the shore.
"Perch!" was heard too.
"Did I hear perch?" the host asked. "Yes, perch is the right answer. That team over there is the winner. A big applause for the winners!"

While people applauded, I had a closer look at the creature. Even if it was an exceedingly ugly specimen, it had the same colours as perch. Incredulous I wondered aloud, "How on earth can such a monster be a perch?"

The host heard my musings and clarified, "The fish is indeed a perch. This individual is more than sixty years' old. It's the biggest fish ever caught in these seas. They tried to catch it for years. Now the hunt is over and that's as it should be. You see, this fish was an unusually cunning beast. For decades it kept hiding in the hollows it had dug in the sandy bottom. From these dungeons it hunted for food, swallowing fish and other creatures passing by. But over the years it became fat and greedy, unsatisfied by the usual catch. During its final years the brute had started preying ducks and other animals that happened to bypass his territory. Particularly in the summer the monster caused terror in the beach, even if few people ever saw the fish."

The explanation sounded amazing, but now I understood where all the local cats and dogs had disappeared. A team member of mine commented that also babies and small kids were reported to have gone missing around the area.

As the fishing boat came to a halt in the pier, the host announced that after the quiz it was time for the climax of the evening - the dinner banquet with music and dance afterwards.

Walking towards the villa I noticed how hungry I was. I asked whether anybody knew what was the main course. The answer came as a shock: fillet of perch, of course.



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19 October 2002