-=House of the Old Man=-
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House of the Old Man
Harsh winter, harsh winds, harsh chill. An even harder winter. For an elderly man. Five miles from
like sat this old man's house. It twisted and creaked with the smallest breeze. It once was called
beautiful. Now corrupt with old age. It's now home to a man as old as it.
With a grunt the old man rises from his chair, and shivers with the breeze. It comes through
the thou sends of holes in his old house. In the kitchen now, he checks his pantry. Empty, save
three berries. Rot and old, for he had picked them early that spring. Muttering to himself, he
takes the berries and makes his way back to his seat. Falling in his chair, he groaned a tired
man's groan, but he is not tired. He is just ready for the longer nap. Nasty berries...
Movement catches his eye. A rabbit, hungry as he is looking for food. Great joy fills the man. A
new power enters he. Leaping from the chair. He grabs only trap, and a trap for a bear. "This will
catch him" is what the old man think. As he runs outside. With the rabbit on the other side of
the rickidy of house. He lays the trap, and covers it with a layer of snow. Giving the last of
his food, he puts the threeberriess on top of the trap. He hears the crunching of snow, and runs
inside. He waits, peeking out a window.
The rabbit starving with hunger sees the berries. Looking around, he sees two keen eyes looking
back. He knows now it is a trap, but he must try. Very close now, the rabbit's eyes keep watch on
those that watch him. With a leap, the trap is sprung.
"Dagumit!" yells the old man. For the trap was to big. The jaws crashed together above the rabbit.
With the joy the old man had forgotten the cold that racked his bones. Now with none, he shivers.
He sits in his chair, and closes his eyes. Only open them in a brighter place.
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