they ran to it and found it was the dwarf. "where are you going?" said rose-red; "you surely don’t want to go into the water?" "i am not such a fool!" cried the dwarf; "don’t you see that the accursed fish wants to pull me in?" the little man had been sitting there fishing, and unluckily the wind had twisted his beard with the fishing-line; just then a big fish bit, and the feeble creature had not strength to pull it out; the fish kept the upper hand and pulled the dwarf towards him.