I was walking across a
bridge one time when I noticed an old man leaning heavily over the rail. I
thought something might be wrong so I ran up to help. That’s when I realized
the old man was looking at a big guy splashing around in the murky river below.
“What’s going on?” I asked. The old man shrugged me off with a wave of his
hand. “Ah, nothing,” he said. “It’s just Walter under the bridge.”
