As the big fish stories often go, one day, not too long ago, Ichthy decided to go fishing. Now Ichthy off fishing is not an unusual site as he is a fisherman after all, but today he decided to bring his fiddle to ease the time. He loves to play his fiddle as much as he loves to fish.
He went out to the most secluded dock he could find, pulled up a barrel to sit, cast his line and then started to play.
First it was the fast jigs that he knew so well.
As he played, he did not notice that the fish were not biting as he was so caught up in his playing. But they were watching him. They liked how the rhythm of the music made the water ripple in time to his playing.
On and on he played and still not a nibble on his line, but the school of fish kept getting bigger and bigger, some even leaping out of the water to see what he was doing and to better watch him play.
Finally stopping after playing a tune that even brought a tear to his eye, he heard clapping. Startled, he looked around but did not see anyone. "Anyone there?" he asked. Surely I am all alone here he thought.