It was a warm night in April. A light mist filled the night sky.  The old white house was quiet.  Perhaps…… too quiet.  All six children were fast asleep.  They were tucked as “snug as a bug in the rug” as they laid softly in their beds.

And then suddenly, in the dark of night, the cry rang out.  “Paul…. Wake up.  It’s time.”  The house lit up.

Some eight hours later the seventh child was born into this world.  At 9:05 on a Wednesday morning.

The scene in the delivery room was reminiscent to the scene in the Batman Returns, when the baby Penguin, Danny Devito, is born unto the parents,  Mr. & Mrs. Penguin.  They were in disbelief.  A penguin-child was given to them, there in their great big mansion.  But they put the newborn into a basket and released it to the sewers.

But sometimes, life is stranger than fiction.  You see, on this Wednesday morning in April, a Tweety-Walrus Child was born.  Oh, indeed.  Half Tweety-Bird and the other half, Walrus.

Unlike the movie however, this family did not abandon the freak-child.  Instead, they taught her to be as much like a normal human as…… humanly possible.

They taught her to eat with a fork and knife, how to speak the English Language, and eventually how to walk. Though she still waddled, and flapped her arms from time to time.   The child was an avid swimmer… like a walrus.  And she frequently tried to fly by diving off tall structures.   However, time after time, this failed miserably.  The numerous face plants  straight into the ground…. from very tall places…. made a lasting mark on the young child.  In more ways than one.

But I digress.

Back to the family.  They kept her, although at times it was difficult.  They drew straws to see who had to hold her…. when she needed to be held.  And they could barely stand the smell of her, as she had a voracious appetite for sardines sprinkled with sunflower seeds.  When she cried, she sounded much like a Wookie.  A big Wookie.

Yes…. They kept her.  But they tried…. as best they could…. not to let her know that she was different.  But she knew.   Deep down inside she knew.

It wasn’t until 50 years later that the child discovered her true identity.  Two letters came to her on the very same day.  From the Law Offices of Hockup, Pluckit, and Roach.  One from the Beatles, and the other from Warner Brothers.

The first read… “You are the Walrus.  Ka-koo-koo-ka-choo.”  And the second said….”You did… in fact….  see a Puttteee Tat.”

She stared down at the letters.

And wept.

Like a Wookie.

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”
― Aristotle

“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.”
― Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

“And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?”
― Rumi