Uriel had taken a long walk to the harbor, not to bother anyone really, but because he had a lot on his mind. School seemed to be going a little better than it began, it seemed to help the less fortunate children that he brought in bread and such for breakfast. The new baker in town heard about what Uriel was trying to do and began donating some of his day old bread to help the cause, the butcher donated some of his money to the cause and Uriel paid the milk man to come with a basket full of milk bottles. But it wasn't just school on his mind, it was life in general. He was starting to feel overwhelmed. He hooked his thumbs into his suspenders (necessary now because of his shrinking gut), and he whistled a little as he continued his walk.