Dwarf
This is a strange story I heard from K, a staff member from our tour point in The Netherlands.
It was during the time when K was still young. He was riding his bike downtown in the evening, and suddenly collided with something.
It wasn't that he was looking aside in particular, but it was a smack just like he had collided with a telephone pole, and he pitched forward. K immediately got off his bike and looked around him, but there wasn't anything like a telephone pole or other stupid obstacle.
"Maybe my bike is broken?" he thought, stooping down to turn the wheels and inspect the chain. But there wasn't anything particularly different...
Tilting his head, he got on his bicycle again, and at that moment... "Oi!!"
With a start, K timidly turned around to the angry voice he heard from behind. A little old man no more than half the height of himself, carrying a big sack on his shoulder, was scowling at K with a very frightening expression.
K had the sense that time stopped for a little while, as he met eyes with that old man, unable to move. But with just one comment from the old man, "Be careful!" freedom returned to his body. He calmed down and looked around the vicinity, but in the next moment the old man's figure was nowhere to be seen.
K told me that it was like he had even been dreaming...
It was during the time when K was still young. He was riding his bike downtown in the evening, and suddenly collided with something.
It wasn't that he was looking aside in particular, but it was a smack just like he had collided with a telephone pole, and he pitched forward. K immediately got off his bike and looked around him, but there wasn't anything like a telephone pole or other stupid obstacle.
"Maybe my bike is broken?" he thought, stooping down to turn the wheels and inspect the chain. But there wasn't anything particularly different...
Tilting his head, he got on his bicycle again, and at that moment... "Oi!!"
With a start, K timidly turned around to the angry voice he heard from behind. A little old man no more than half the height of himself, carrying a big sack on his shoulder, was scowling at K with a very frightening expression.
K had the sense that time stopped for a little while, as he met eyes with that old man, unable to move. But with just one comment from the old man, "Be careful!" freedom returned to his body. He calmed down and looked around the vicinity, but in the next moment the old man's figure was nowhere to be seen.
K told me that it was like he had even been dreaming...