He Was A Tiny, Hairy Man, But Boy Could He Love...

Fourteen years ago I made the aquaintance of a man while I was touring the country on my large, red tricycle. I had just pulled into a diner to sup on some greasy food when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned just in time to see a small hairy man approaching, a limp in his step and a top hat on his head. He couldn't have been more than 4 feet tall, but something in his eyes led me to believe that although he was small in stature, he was HUGE in spirit.

He walked up and tugged on my shirt and said "Miss. I saw you approaching on your lovely tricycle. I, myself, ride a tricycle and have been a fan of the contraption since I was but a young boy. If you don't mind, may I ask why you ride such a device?"

I stood still, unsure of what to say, and then I replied "Let's go inside. Join me for diner foods, and I shall tell you whatever you desire to hear."

We went inside and the afternoon turned into night, and after hours of delightful conversation, we found ourselves drawn to eachother in such a manner that when we left eachother for our seperate destinations, we shared a most passionate kiss.

After we parted, I heard whisper on the wind of him all over the rest of the world. The hairy man on the tricycle was a legend in his own right, and I feel privileged to have ever made his aquaintance. May we meet again, oh hairy dwarf. I'll watch the sunrise for your tiny shadow fortnightly.