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:
That sounds like the beginning of a sad story. Poor Mr. Grampit.
I sure would like to know what happens to Mr. Grampit. And his gold.
In these tough economic times, Old Mr. Grampit sounds like the wisest of us all.
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