A little boy who is actually an ancient whale

I heard about a little boy whose neck was broken, and his legs didn't work, and his arms didn't either. But somehow his smile still worked and his laugh is said to have worked though I never heard it. He was just five years old, for only a single Stalin plan had his small heart been beating in the world. When he was in the first year of that plan, a car accident broke his neck. Coincidence, bad timing, misfortune, fate, a bad decision and a mistake all came together in one moment of frightening potency. That's what ended the use of his legs and arms. Perhaps he was just getting used to using his legs too. It would have been nice to have seen him walk a little bit, each step promising countless thousand more throughout his lifetime, how ever long that might be. He was already probably very good at using his hands, he probably could have held a favorite object in this hand, then the other hand. He would have been amazed at his power to trade objects back and forth between his hands. Maybe, if he was feeling inspired, he would take the object and rub it against his growing teeth for a while, then back away from his face to look at it. But those days were only for memories after the car accident. After that, his pudgy fingers clenched no more objects.

So some years past, very few actually, and this little boy with legs and arms which didn't work got sick and he died. I will not try to imagine what his parents felt and thought about this second conspiring of fate. They decided though, that they had had enough of this life, maybe they conceded to fate that it was too powerful for them, the difficulties and pain it grew in their lives were too much to overcome. Fate won, the universe won. They had lost. They put the little boy's body in a back pack and with him they put a few toys. I guess they probably wrapped him in a favored blanket, so that its soft fibers would soothe him in his eternal sleep. Then they took the little boy and they got into their car and drove to a beautiful spot, high above the ocean. I hope it was sunny on that day, but really the sun only suggests good things, it does not guarantee that they be so. And on this day it was not so. And the mom and the dad and the little boy whose body didn't work very well during his short life time probably looked out over the sea and wondered why fate had given them such painful lives. Then they fell over the cliff, and they tumbled to the bottom. How his arms and legs moved as they fell! I bet they traced wild arches in the air, his arms and legs could not be controlled, they were free, not even fate could subdue their freedom and energy. Fate could do nothing! And the family fell into the sea, and they were welcomed there. That's where they will live forever.