And a thousand and a thousand narcissus bulbs which were growing for the great feast of the New Year were moved into the house with the fish.
This made the fish angry and that night they scolded the narcissus.
"Friends," said the fishes, "this is not your place and we will not have you here.
"We do not like your odor. You will spoil our people. When men pass by our door they will see only you.
"They will never see our family. You can not help or do any good here; so you must go.
"Every day a hundred and a hundred merchants and students come to visit us. If you stand by our door they will surely think the fish are all gone and there is nothing but flowers left.
"We do not want our place to smell so strongly of flowers. We do not like it. It is very bad and makes us sick."
The narcissus answered, "Strange, but we were thinking of that same thing. "Some people say that fishes have a bad odor, but I never heard it said of our flowers. I think I will say no more about it. Let others decide."
Then another flower spoke and said to the one who had been talking, "Hush, sister, this is not our house.
