I once met a strange little man, floating downstream on a piece of log, he had on a tweed jacket, blue pants and clogs.

It was a beautiful evening by the bank, green glowing insects and croaking frogs.

"How'd you do? Of what purpose is the log?" I asked.

"It helps me be still, I have no option to be still or else I'd drown" he said floating merrily by.

I pondered on his words later with a bottle of beer and also on the poster tacked on door with the picture of strange little man that said: "missing"