I wonder if he can see his own toes when he looks down. Mom says it’s rude to call people fat, so I just wonder. What’s below his black checkered beret? It does go well, I have to say, with his black umbrella—looking like his walking stick, by the way. His red sweater might be the problem. Maybe that’s what’s blocking his view of his toes. Maybe if he loses that sweater, his long white button-up shirt, and his winter coat—maybe, just maybe—he can finally see better.