Ashar tugged on her father’s cloak. “A wooden fish?! Father may we go see this fish.” Her eyes were as wide as mangoes as she looked up at her father expectantly. It wasn’t long until her gaze wandered back to the stranger. “Do you think we could use it for firewood or materials?” She thought for a moment before gasping in delight. “Or we could feed the whole village.” Her imagination seemed to be getting away with her. She wondered what a wooden fish would taste like or if they could use both of her ‘brilliant’ ideas.