“You are old, Father William,” they always said, just because his hair had become very white. But William wouldn’t stop living because he was old, certainly not without starting a fight.
William’s job every day, was to do as he pleased, be it zoom along the beach in the cool sea breeze, as he had attached some buggy wheels to his little beach house, as he didn’t need very much.
He just needed a chair, without any care! to sit in the doorway of his little hut. He could muse, he could sleep, he could fish, he could weep! from the little chair in the door of his house. He would pull the lever to steer, and ride along without fear, along the sand of the east English coast.
Sometimes just for fun, he would get up and run! But return before anybody could see. “We just worry!” he’s told, because they think he is old, but his spirit is young and flies free! He likes to do as he feels, such as swim and catch eels, and whatever it is that feels fun! And if he can catch one of those, he’ll balance it on his nose! And forever he’ll always be young.
The walrus around the corner, was much more of a mourner, as he watched his young swim away from the shore. But William helped the walrus see, that he too could be free, to not be as he fears, no more!
Fin.