The poor old man.
While I was walking my dog, with my dad and my sister, we met a poor old man on the edge of the street, asking for money and food. We quickly ran home and immediately started to make a meal for him. An hour later we finished making the meal, which was a stew with rice, filtered water, an apple, two apple sauces and four muffins. I ran out of the house to find him. I obviously looked in the last spot he had been, but he wasn't there. We checked all around the neighbourhood, but he was nowhere to be seen. We had almost lost all hope in finding him, but then there he was, walking in the distance! "Sir!', my father yelled. The man approached him and asked what was the matter. "For you, sir. ', whispered my father For me? Really? Thank you so much! Thank you!" said the poor old man. And that was that.