Little dwarfs fishing

when the other dwarfs were making shoes, playing harps, or practicing magic, emmon was fishing.

because emmon spent all his time fishing, he would never, never make shoes, never play music, not magic.

the other dwarfs groan, "emon, you need to double practice!" but emon doesn't want to do what they say.

he just likes fishing.

every day, apart from eating and sleeping, the only thing he does is come to the river, throw the fishing line out and wait for the fish to bite the hook.

"the fish is beautiful," his friend laughed, "but if you use magic, you don't have to work so hard to get food on the table.

and, as a dwarf, you need to know magic." eman knows friends are right.

and he knew that in the near future he would be awarded a can of gold.

gold coins can enhance the power of the dwarfs, who, under the law of the kingdom of the dwarfs, need to guard a can of gold for every dwarf of a certain age.

the safest place to store the gold is at the end of the rainbow — this place can only be reached by magic.

unfortunately, eamon's powers were weak and he could not reach the end of the rainbow.

so emmon had to take advice from his friends and start practicing magic.

but his powers are still weak.

and a bright morning came to the river.

he threw out the fishing line, and then he fell into meditation.

the date for the award of the gold coin was approaching, and he must resolve the difficulty of storing it as soon as possible.

and that's when he saw that waterfall his favorite.

"ah, i know what to do!" emmon hailed.

the day has come for the gold medal, and eamon has come before the king.

“this is the little dwarf gold,” the king put a jar of shining gold in front of eamon, asking seriously, “can you safely guard it?” eamon nods, “i'll put it at the end of the rainbow and get it back when needed.” summer is here.

it's the hottest summer in the history of the dwarf kingdom, and the grass in the mountains is dead.

without rain, there will be no rainbows.

without the rainbow, the dwarfs will not be able to recover their gold.

without gold coins, the power of the dwarf demons disappears.

the drought continued, and the magic of the dwarfs disappeared.

the dwarf demons are getting thinner and thinner because without magic they can no longer produce food.

at that point, emmon was no longer a hobby.

he gave the fish to everyone.

eamon came to the king's face: "maybe the little dwarf gold can help us." the king wrinkled his head: "the gold will help us get through this.

but now that there is no rain, how can we find the end of the rainbow?" your majesty, please come with me.

the king, with all his doubts, followed emon to the river where he fished every day.

"you don't hide the gold in the river of rainbow-colored trout?"Say it.

Emmon laughed and continued to lead the king to the end of the river.

At the end of the river is a water puddle, above which there is a waterfall.

As a result of the drought, the waterfalls are much smaller than before, but there is still enough water fog beneath them.

The sun was refractioned and reflected by water fog, forming a small rainbow.

Eamon jumped into the pond and came to the end of the waterfall to take out his jar of gold.

The king laughed and said, "Emon, you're a smart little dwarf.

You followed the rules of the Dwarves Kingdom in your own way.

Your coin will make every dwarf safe until the rainy season.” Over the next days, Immon continues to share his coins and fish with other dwarfs.

He was not mocked by any dwarf, and every dwarf asked him about fishing techniques.

However, very few dwarfs devote time and energy to fishing.

"You need to double your practice and redouble your efforts!" Immon Haha laughs.

And he said, "Friends, we all have our own talent.

Go ahead and pursue your rainbows.

Only let me pursue them in my own way.”