walter wilson was filled with energy, but it quickly dissipated.
he had been born many years ago, as the crow flies.
when he was six years old, his contract had been purchased by vince vinson, the richest man in the world.
now walter’s contract was up for renewal.
walter had hired lillian jones as his agent to negotiate his new contract, but lillian was getting old in her game.
naturally, vince vinson did not take any part in these humble negotiations himself.
walter was nobody, and lillian was not much more than that.
lillian gave walter a date to come to her office to update the information she had, so that she could renegotiate his contract
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the date was fourteen days away, but walter only had enough credit for twelve days.
what was he to do?
he decided to go downtown and hang out on the corner and maybe something would come up.
at first, nothing did.
walter felt increasingly desperate.
he decided to close his eyes and then open them and maybe something would be there.
he followed this procedure, counting to ten while he kept his eyes closed.
when he opened them again, he was no longer downtown on the corner, but on an ocean liner in the middle of the atlantic ocean.
he was leaning on the rail, watching a great white shark frolicking in the wake of the ocean liner.
the sun beat down on his head, which was protected by a stiff straw hat.
you should throw that hat to the shark, said a melodious voice beside him.
but then the sun will beat down on my head, walter replied.
those are the chances you have to take, the melodious voice intoned.
walter dutifully took the hat off and threw it to the shark.
he was accustomed to following orders and had done so all his life.
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