Tom the Little Man

his calamity. Immediately he got to the building, he fell on the gate and banged it severally, but there was no response. His shoulders sagged; he sank on the floor and

. Then he left the key in the hole and moved nearer. He tapped the little man on the head, and Tom who must have dozed off a minute, jumpe

man lost his balance and was received by the bare chest of the earth. “You smell like a bar

ked carefully at the man. When he realized that the old man was not Wusel, he ros

can see, this building is begging for renovation!” the old man explained and turned to

ired last week. But he begged for few more days to move his

k, where did

He opened the ga

him into th

d to the little man. “Didn’t you hear me? I said

ed. “I don’t u

ittle man, don’t be silly. Wusel is no lon

e same fate. Wusel was not only gone, but all the effects in the house had also disappeared. Shattered, the little man beat his chest and gasped. He moved to a corner of the house, he sat on the floor and w

old man with eyes fl

do you want to see him? Do you want him to buy you a bottl

eet and left, feeling disgruntled

lled along like a steam engine going through a deplorable road. Along the road was a deserted bungalow, which was almost overrun with bushes. The landlord abandoned the house because during

ere covered in dust and the floor, were fungus infected. Tom chose a