One day something dreadful happened. There was an oil spill, and it was right by a family of walruses. There was a mother, a father, and two babies. Some of them didn’t make it out. The divers down below tried to save as many of them as possible but only one was light enough to carry and that was Gastro. He is my pet walrus, with a very calming attitude, and he is sweet and kindles happiness. I rescued him from a sea life rescue five years ago after the spill. His name is Gastro, and he is trying to climb out of his pool to get over the fence. He was just a little walrus pup, and I decided I needed to get him, and his own pool. So I got a pool, and it went into my backyard. I filled it with freezing sea water and plopped him in and he has been happy there ever since. Every so often he climbs out of his pool and tries to get a cross the fence to come see me. This is a picture of when he tried to do that. It was only two days ago and I feel like he is still getting bigger. When he was smaller he was so much smaller than he is now, so could fit through the fence gates, and I had to make the gaps miniscule. And this is him now.