
A young boy was trying to sell his catch of the day on a busy street corner. He wasn’t having much luck. People hurried past, barely glancing at his bucket of wriggling fish. Desperate to attract customers, he decided to try a different approach. He cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed, “Dam fish for sale! Get your dam fish here!”
His voice echoed down the street, attracting quite a bit of attention, albeit for the wrong reasons. People stopped, some giggling, some confused, but nobody was actually buying any fish.
Just then, Pastor Thompson, a kindly but somewhat bewildered man, walked by. He heard the boy’s repeated cries of “Dam fish!” and stopped, a furrow in his brow. He approached the boy cautiously.
“Son,” the Pastor began, his voice gentle but firm, “Why are you calling your fish ‘dam’ fish?”
The boy, a little embarrassed but undeterred, grinned mischievously. “Well, Pastor,” he explained, “I tried yelling ‘Fresh fish!’ and ‘Delicious fish!’, but nobody paid any attention! But when I yell ‘Dam fish!’, people really *dam* well listen!”