Sympathy

My grandfather writes regularly and it's always a treat to get his letters. It's especially fun to hear his stories, like this one:

"I saw a show on the tele (that's what we called the TV when it first came out) that brought back to me the memory of when I found a large manta ray. It had washed up on the beach and could not get back into the water. We hired a rickshaw driver ..."

At this point I'm thinking "aw, how sweet! They got it back into the water and it lived happily ever after," and then I read the next line:

"...to fit it into his vehicle and take it to the local restaurant where they would put it on the menu."

Always a practical mind!