The will had explicitly stated. “My many fortunes I hereby bequeath to the man who inherits my shoes.”

Why hadn’t his father just said “my son” or “the man who bears my name”? Instead, his father had assumed that he would still have his shoes to give to his son when he died. And because of the legal interpretation of those few words, he, and most of his family, lived a life of poverty. So, he searched the beach daily, hoping to find those million-dollar shoes.

On some mornings, he would come across an elderly beach-comber. The beach-comber smelled a little funny, but Scrum still enjoyed the company of the old man, just for the sake of having someone to talk to.

The beach-comber never said much, and Scrum never even got, or gave, a name. However, the two men still enjoyed each other’s silent company as they scanned the beaches in the lonely, early morning.