Willy

*Below story mimicked from Olivier Dunrea's Gossie book.

This is Willy. Willy is a toddler. A small, red-headed toddler who likes to wear bright red boots. Every day.

He wears them when he walks.
He wears them when he talks.
He wears them when he rides.

He wears them when he slides.What Willy really loves to do, though, is wear them when he swings. Every day. He swings high. He swings low. He swings long. He swings short. But what Willy never does is swing on days when it is 100% humidity, when the mere thought of going outside makes his mother break out in a sweat, even though sweet Willy stands by the door, boots in hand, begging for his mother to take him outside to swing. No, those days Willy and his mom stand indoors, in front of the central air vents, letting that unnaturally cool air blast spurts of arctic air on their overheated bodies.

This is Willy. Willy is a toddler. A small, red-headed toddler who likes to wear bright red boots. Almost every day.