Mermade butcher

My father just loves to go fishing.
I cannot understand it. It must be a guy thing, especially as I otherwise cannot explain the patience of just sitting there and waiting (sometimes during cold and rain) for the fish to bite the entire day and at the end of it you still have an empty net (exaggerating of course; in short I guess do not have what it takes to go fishing )

Anyway, the other day I kindly asked him to bring some of the fish home so that I can cook it and that he did. Of course that none of the members of our family does the gutting

- my mother cannot stand the smell, she gets sick
- my father finds the excuse of catching them
- my brother... well my brother would have just laugh to my face and leave

So that leaves me with all the precious joy of cleaning the live fish of its scales, eviscerating them and cutting their heads off. I do not know if you know this (or if you are interested for that matter) but the fish is moving its lips even after you cut the head. Creepy! And also very dirty! I made a mess of the kitchen and could not wash the smell off my hands for quite a while.

So it happens, my baby cousin was visiting us just as the process was taking place. Just like any kid, she was curious to see the fish, to touch it and so one. To my surprise she was not disgust by the scene and stood besides me and watched for a while. But she did had one remark that moved me:

Look! It has the tale of a mermaid!

I felt bad, was happy when she had to leave and continued with my massacre thinking it would have been the same the other way around.
This time, we were just lucky to be on top of the food chain.