10/23/08

Old Mr. Grampit's Gold

Mr. Grampit had two favorite things to do with his money. Buy sausages, which he would cook to perfection over an open fire in back of his shed; and bury it. He liked to dig a small hole somewhere on his small lot, always in a new place, and put the golden coins down deep in the ground. 
Mr. Grampit had few friends. Some called him miserly, some stingy, some just unfriendly or rude. He whenever he would go into town to the market, people tended to avoid him. He was hunch backed, and usually his eyes never looked up, they just systematically swept the floor, so it didn't really bother him that they tried not to look at him. Some people might gaze down because they're afraid to look others in the eye, but not Mr. Grampit. He had spent so much time gazing at the ground that it had become habit to him. The expression on his face was always hungry, and excited.

Oop, time to go.

5 comments:

Jill said...

That sounds like the beginning of a sad story. Poor Mr. Grampit.

Karen said...
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Karen said...

I sure would like to know what happens to Mr. Grampit. And his gold.

Robert said...

In these tough economic times, Old Mr. Grampit sounds like the wisest of us all.

Cory said...

what comment got deleted?