There once was a short, stubby, old man whom everyone called Ol' Stephens who lived by himself down the road. His house was in terrible shape; with holes in the roof and crooked planks. His face was round and plump, and his nose took up a third of his face; his hair was few and thin, and he had a double, maybe even triple chin. His fingers were sausage-like, short and fat, like himself. It was his eyes that were stunning, layered eyes of greyish blue and turquoise. He dressed in plain clothes, but he never seemed a beggar; he wore a crumpled shirt inside and a leathery vest over it, his almond-green pants slightly bigger than he really was. His shoes were old and weared, the buckles rubbed with dirt and the soles thinner than paper. He always had a hat on, in a cowboy style, though no one really knew what he did in the old days. He was a fat old man, and his belly bulged and, in a peculiar way, hung downwards. He seemed to mutter every word he wanted to say, and no one could really hear him, except if you were near him and you could smell the pipe that he smoked in the mornings. Now, somewhere near the abandoned railroad, there was another house that homed five people; Mrs. Robins, Mr. Robins, and the three Robins children. The eldest child, now a strong lad of twenty or twenty one, was out and working. The boy in the middle was in high school, studying hard and getting good grades to achieve college scholarships. It was the youngest that was playful and had what Mr. Robins would call, the "kid spirit". The youngster boasted dazzling ash-blonde hair, thick and oily and hung over his forehead. He had a tiny nose, a loud mouth that would never stay shut, and big deep brown eyes that seemed to sink into anything he laid his eyes on. No matter where he went, giggles of mischief followed, and he went everywhere. One day when the sun was shining so brightly that even the little boy had to squint, he ended up in Ol' Stephen's place. The house was in such bad state that he had to dodge the pieces of cement and wood bristles that fell onto the ground, which was covered in growing moss. The house, in which lived a live person, seemed like an abandoned cottage that was deserted for many, many years. It looked like a jungle that overtook what might used to have been a house. And that's how the little boy met Ol' Stephens.

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