Billy Frank Monologue

I have somewhat of a friend named Billy. He is the sort of person that puts salt and pepper in our classmates’ juices and taught me to eat row potatoes if I want to pretend to be sick, so I can get out of classes. Yet, his soul possesses a tricky nobleness – one that is not easily discernible. One day we were walking around the town when, stopping in front of a puppet workshop, Billie knocked on the door and shout: ‘’Barmy Barney, open the door you puppet carny”.
‘Who’s that Barney?’ I asked.
‘Didn’t you hear? The puppet carny.’ he replied. ‘Where are you, you nut-job?’ he continued to yell. An old man in shabby clothes approached the door and opened it. The smell of a freshly cut wood entered my nose and I started inhaling it; it somehow
How does he find money to eat?’
‘I don’t know what you mean. I’ve never heard him complaining he’s hungry.’
‘I don’t think he’ll ever tell you such a thing, but look how thin he is.’
‘Why… he looks spare, but never unhappy or something. On the contrary, he always smiles with his magical smiles. I believe he only thinks about his puppets and the enchanted worlds they create, and just forgets to eat.’
‘That’s not serious, Billie. I mean, who on earth forgets to eat? We have to think about something to help him, like raising money for him somehow or finding buyers for the puppets – set an internet page or something like that.’
‘That’s an idea! Let’s ask him!’
His answer was:
‘Oh, my dearest children! I know you wish well, but, see, I am a lot like Wilbert; I had my leaves, I had many orders from theatres and private collectors. There was a time when my puppets were so expensive that almost no one could afford them. I’d become so disgustingly greedy and so full of myself that one day when people from this very children centre asked me to give one of my puppets to a child who had lost her parents not long ago, I refused it. From this moment on my hands just stopped working well; I couldn’t hold the chisel properly anymore. And I realized my purpose was fake, my dream – cheap, my heart – cold, and I couldn’t make my puppets without my heart. So, I decided to give away all my puppets to kids like that girl. Now I live on my pension only but I was never happier. I am with Winter and just like she kept Wilbert’s roots safe, she did that with my heart. Spring will come in God’s forgiveness, but I am not in a rush, Winter is