Once upon a time in North America, there was a sound called Puget Sound that was full of fish. There was so many fish that many many people made their living catching fish in the sound. They were happy times when men could make a fortune fishing the depths of the sound.
But one day fisherman brought up their lines and found that there were hardly any fish on the end. "How could this be!?" exclaimed the fisherman. "The fish must be getting too smart for our fishing hooks" said the fisherman in the yellow poncho. "Well we'll have to show those fish who the smart ones are..." said the fisherman in the khaki overalls, "We'll use nets!"
Then the fisherman started pulling up bigger catches than ever in their nets, and their wives were happy because they could buy beautiful things that they didn't need. And the fisherman were happy because their wives were happy.
Until one day the fisherman in the yellow poncho came home with no fish.
"Where are all the fish?" asked his wife.
"I don't know" said the fisherman in the yellow poncho, "I've bought bigger and bigger nets but I keep getting less and less fish."
"I don't think there's any fish left in the sound," mumbled the fisherman.
And he was right. The fisherman had been far too smart for the fish and now there was none left for anybody. None except for the Ratfish, which without any other predators was free to take over the sound.
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