THE ILL-INFORMED WALRUS
it going down there?” barked the
big walrus from his perch on the highest rock near the shore.
He waited for the good word.
below, the smaller walruses conferred hastily among themselves.
Things weren’t going well at all, but none of them wanted to break the
news to the old man. He was the biggest and wisest walrus in the herd, and he knew
his business-but he did hate to hear bad news.
He had such a terrible temper that every walrus in the herd was terrified
of his ferocious bark.
will we tell him?” whispered
Basil, the second ranking walrus. He
well remembered how the old man had raved and ranted at him the last time the
herd caught less than its quota of herring, and he had no desire to go through
that experience again. Nevertheless,
the walruses had noticed for several weeks that the water level in the arctic
bay had been falling constantly, and it had become necessary to travel much
farther to catch the dwindling supply of herring.
Someone should tell the old man; he would probably know what to do.
But who—and how?
Basil spoke up: “Things are going
pretty well, Chief,” he said.
The thought of the receding water line made his heart feel heavy, but he
went on: “As a matter of fact,
the beach seems to be getting larger.”
old man grunted. “Fine, fine,”
he said. “That will give
us a bit more elbow room.” He closed his eyes and continued basking in the sun.
next day brought more trouble. A
new herd of walruses moved in down the beach, and with the supply of herring
dwindling, this invasion could be dangerous.
No one wanted to tell the old man, though only he could take the steps
necessary to meet the new competition.
Basil approached the big walrus, who was still sunning himself on the large
rock. After some small talk, he
said, “Oh, by the way, Chief, a new herd of walruses seems to have moved into
our territory.” The old man’s
eyes snapped open, and he filled his great lungs in preparation for a mighty
bellow. Basil added quickly, “Of
course, we don’t anticipate any trouble.
They don’t look like herring-eaters to me..more likely interested in
minnows. And, as you know, we
don’t bother with minnows ourselves.”
old man let out the air with a long sigh. “Good,
good,” he said, “no point in our getting excited over nothing, is there?”
didn’t get any better in the weeks that followed.
One day, peering down from the large rock, the old man noticed that part
of his herd seemed to be missing. Summoning
Basil, he grunted peevishly. “What’s
going on, Basil? Where is
Basil didn’t have the courage to tell the old man that many of the younger
walruses were leaving everyday to join the new herd.
Clearing his throat nervously, he said, “Well Chief, we’ve been
tightening things up a bit, you know, getting rid of some of the dead wood.
After all, a herd is only as good as the walruses in it.”
a tight ship, I always say,” the
old man grunted. “Glad to hear
that everything’s going so well.”
long, everyone but Basil realized that the time had come to tell the old man the
facts. Terrified, but determined,
he flopped up to the large rock. “Chief,”
he said, “I have some bad news. The
rest of the herd has left you.”
old walrus was so astonished that he couldn’t even work up a good bellow.
“Left me?” he cried.
“All of them? But why, how
could this happen?”
didn’t have the heart to tell him, so he merely shrugged helplessly.
can’t understand it,” the old
walrus said. “And just when
everything was going so well.”
What you like to hear isn’t always what you need to know.
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