This is the story of a man named Osher. Osher was a fisher, and, as a fisher, he tended to…well, fish. He liked going to docs and piers and looking down at the ocean. Osher liked throwing his line into the water and reeling up a new catch. Despite this, he didn’t eat his prey very often, and he had a catch-and-release sort of rule for himself. Never eat something unless you need it. One day, he was casually fishing, as always, when, suddenly, he got a tug on his line.