Everyone knows him as old Arthur.
He lives in a little house in the middle of a small wood about a mile from the village.
He visits the village store twice a week to buy some food.
And sometimes he collects letters and his money from the post office.
A few weeks ago, a reporter from the local newspaper interviewed him.
This is what he said, "I get up every morning with the birds."
There is a river near my house, and I fetch water from there.
It's good, clear, fresh water, better than you get in the city.
Sometimes in the winter, I have to break the ice.
I cook simple food in the kitchen.
I go to the bar and have a drink once a month.
But I don't see many people. I don't feel lonely.
I know this wood very well, you see.
I know all the little birds and animals that live here, and they know me.
I don't have much money but I don't need much.
I think I'm a lucky man.