Winston the Whiny Walrus
“I’m too hot,” Winston wailed. He heaved himself up and flipped over to sun his other side.
A few minutes later, he whistled a sigh and flopped back again. “This is the hottest day ever in the history of the world.”
“Get in the water, Winston.”
“What? Who said that?” Winston wanted to lift his head and look but he was too weary.
“It’s me, Wilhelmina. Quit whining and get in the water.” Wilhelmina was Winston’s wife, and although she considered herself happily wed, she did get weary of Winston’s whining from time to time.
“Fine.” Winston flipped and flopped to the edge of the rock and heaved his bulk into the bay. Seconds later he came to the surface, snorting and blowing water every which way. “It’s too fricking cold out here,” he wailed.
“Then get back on the rock, Winston.”
He did as he was told. Soon he found something else to complain about, but he was too lazy to actually look and see what the problem was. “Ouch,” he wailed. “Something bit me.”
“Turn over, Winston. You’re resting on a sharp rock.”
Wilhelmina then rolled her eyes and threw herself into the bay. She went for a long, long swim and never came back.
Winston continued to wail and whine, even though no one was there to listen. And so it goes.
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