Trying at a fiction typa thing, not so good is i writing

“The way I sees it,” said the old man, “news is like a tide. If’n ya knew anything, you’d sit and listen. An if’n ya knew more, you’d get your ass off the beach, an git to your chores!”

“All that foolishness about, this or that, bah!” The old man muttered, walking away.

What was taking place over the horizon?

Perhaps old men were muttering?