The Little Man
The little man sat on his little chair at his little table under his little swinging light, looking through his little round spectacles that rested on his silly little nose, using a little stone to sharpen his not so little knife. He had a little mouth that looked a little silly when he smiled, because he had very little teeth. The little man had been out for a little walk a little after eleven, thinking the weather could be a little warmer, as he hid behind a little bush taking a little time to watch a little family having a wonderful time playing in a little park with their two little children, who were playing with two little puppies, taking care to stay a little way back as he followed them all to a lovely little house. How nice, the little man thought as he walked a little slower to his own little home. It was now a little after dark and the little man pushed his little chair away from his little table, pushing his little spectacles up onto his silly little nose. He opened one of his little drawers, taking out a little torch, a little tape and a little liquid that sends you on a little sleep when held for a while over little mouths and noses. The little man then went into his little wardrobe and after a little thinking, dressed in a little black top, black bottoms and a little pair of shoes which were also black. He put all of the things into a little black bag, that he liked to use for occasions such as these. Then after looking at himself in his little mirror, he opened his little door making sure to lock it before turning off his little swinging light.
