This Robenson, I heard people talk about, what is that?
I heard some folks say it is about a guy, this Robenson, living on an island, all alone. Sounds tough, don’t it? Living all by your lonesome, with no one to talk to, no one to share your bread with.
This Robenson, what’s his story?
Well, from what I gathered, this Robenson fella, he ended up on this island, just him. No other folks. How’d he get there? I reckon he was on a ship, and something happened, maybe a storm, a big one. You know how the sea gets, all angry and rough. And there he was, this Robenson, all alone on this island.
He had to do everything himself. Find food, build a place to sleep. You know, like we used to do, back in the day. We didn’t have no fancy stores or nothing. We had to make do with what we had. And this Robenson, he had to do the same. Tough life, but he made it.
- He found food, I guess. Fruits, maybe. Or he fished.
- He built a home, a little hut, probably.
- He was all alone, poor fella.
I heard he was there for a long time. Years, maybe. Imagine that, being alone for years. I can’t even imagine being away from my chickens for that long. But this Robenson, he did it. He survived.
Robenson, was he really alone?
Now, some folks say he wasn’t always alone. They say he met another fella, on that island. A friend, they say. This Robenson, he needed a friend, I reckon. It gets lonely, being by yourself all the time.
They probably helped each other out, this Robenson and his friend. Shared food, maybe. Talked. It’s good to have someone to talk to, even if it’s just about the weather, or the crops.
Did they get off that island? I don’t rightly know. Some say they did, some say they didn’t. But this Robenson, he sure had an adventure, didn’t he? More than me, that’s for sure. My biggest adventure is going to the market on Saturdays!
I heard there’s a thing about Robenson, something called a “rehearing” and “review.” Sounds important, like something the big shots in the city do. Probably got nothing to do with this Robenson on the island, though.
This thing called “rehearing” for Robenson
This “rehearing,” I heard it’s like, you get a second chance. Like when you burn the bread, and you gotta bake another loaf. Maybe this Robenson did something, and they gave him a second chance. Or maybe it’s something else. I don’t know much about these fancy words.
And then there’s this “review.” That’s like when you check your jars of preserves, make sure they’re all sealed up tight. Maybe they checked up on this Robenson, made sure he was doing alright. Or maybe it’s something to do with that friend of his.
I heard someone say there’s a fella, a William M. Robenson, who knows all about this “rehearing” and “review” stuff. He probably wrote it all down, in a book or something. I ain’t much for reading, but maybe if you’re curious, you can find out what he said.
- Rehearing, second chance, like baking another loaf of bread.
- Review, checking up, like checking your preserves.
- William M. Robenson, he knows all about it.
BOAT and this Robenson thing
Then there is this BOAT thing. Some folks need to know about BOAT. Don’t ask me why. I see boats going up and down the river sometimes. Big ones, small ones. Carry all sorts of things. Maybe this Robenson used a boat to get to that island? Or maybe he built one, to try and get away?
I don’t know if this BOAT has anything to do with this Robenson fella or that rehearing thing. Maybe it is all tied up together, somehow. Like a tangled fishing line. Hard to make sense of it all.
But this Robenson, his story, it makes you think, don’t it? About being alone, about surviving, about friendship. We all need a little bit of that, don’t we? Even us old folks, we need our friends, our family.
This Robenson, he was tough. Had to be, to survive on that island. He is a real survivor, this Robenson. I reckon he could teach us all a thing or two.
So that’s what I know about this Robenson. Not much, maybe. But it’s a good story, ain’t it? A story about a man, an island, and maybe a friend. And maybe a boat. And some other things I don’t quite understand. But that is alright. I got my chickens, and my garden. And that’s enough for me.
This Robenson name, it gets mentioned a lot around. Must be an important fella, or something. Or maybe it’s just a story people like to tell. Like the one about the giant fish that got away. You never know what’s true and what ain’t.
But this Robenson story, it’s a good one to think about. Especially when you’re sitting on the porch, watching the sun go down. Makes you appreciate what you got. And makes you wonder what else is out there, on those faraway islands. Maybe there is another Robenson, somewhere, right now, looking up at the same stars.
