Anyway, the years went by and as they did Caleb kept getting littler; in his final years the man weighed almost nothing at all. For his own good the family eventually had to put him on a leash. You see, he was in the habit of taking a morning walk down by the river, and this got to be dangerous: gusts of wind would blow him into the water, where he’d thrash around, screaming for help. Humanitarian strangers kept pulling him out. The family was sensible enough to realize this kind of luck couldn’t possibly last. Sooner or later he’d be blown in and there’d be no one around but people who knew
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