He lives on the south coast of England with one wife, one son and one cat.
Vol 3 – 33: Behrouz and the Fortune Fish
“Tell me a story.”
“Okay, my son. I know a good one.
“Once upon a time there was a young boy called Behrouz. His parents were mean, treating him more like a slave than a son.
“Behrouz’s mother made beautiful clothes which his father sold at a market across the sea. But, when his father fell ill, Behrouz was forced to cross the sea himself.
“That night, halfway across the sea, the water began to churn, rocking the boat violently. Before Behrouz knew what was happening, a Great Fish rose up and swallowed the boat whole.”
“How big was the fish, papa?”
“Bigger than a castle.”
“But Behrouz was okay. He lit a lamp and sailed his little boat further into the fish. He wondered if he would ever find a way out when he washed up on the shore of a strange city.”
“Indeed. Now the people of the city had never seen such beautiful clothes before and they began to bid for the garments. In no time at all Behrouz had sold everything, making more than enough coin to show for it.
“The people of the city wanted more and so Behrouz was released from the Great Fish on the promise that he’d return with more from the Outside.”
“Did he go back, papa?”
“Perhaps I will tell you tomorrow. For now you need to go to sleep. And I need to load up the boat. Those clothes won’t sell themselves. Good night, little one.”