I give the man his fish every day.
I was blessed with a bounty of fish. The man is cursed with a craving the laze in the glory of the sun, catching praise from the off-shore breeze, worried more about granules of sand than survival.
I tried to teach the man. His eyes glazed over like those of my many fish. I am sure he didn’t hear a single word.
He humoured me for my fish.