Fish Attack in River
The river had always been a place of calm for the nearby village, its surface reflecting the sky like a moving mirror. Early one morning, fishermen stepped into the shallow water, unaware that something unusual stirred beneath the ripples. Without warning, the calm broke. Schools of aggressive fish surged forward, churning the water into white foam. Shouts echoed along the riverbank as people scrambled to escape the sudden attack.
These were not ordinary fish. Drawn together by instinct and hunger, they moved as one living force, nipping at nets, splashing against legs, and forcing boats to rock violently. The river seemed alive with energy, as if defending itself from intruders. Baskets overturned, oars slipped from hands, and the fishermen retreated in shock, hearts pounding with fear and confusion.
Villagers watched from the shore, stunned by the rare spectacle. Elders whispered that changes in the river’s flow and recent storms might have disturbed the natural balance, driving the fish into a frenzy. Slowly, as the sun climbed higher, the water settled. The fish disappeared into the depths, leaving behind torn nets and shaken people.
The river returned to its quiet rhythm, but the memory of the fish attack remained. From that day on, the villagers approached the water with renewed respect, reminded that nature, even in its most familiar forms, can be unpredictable and powerful.
