He was never the tallest. He definitely was not. But short? How could she name him short!? He wasn’t short! He was sure about that!
“Short!? Can you believe it! Being short? Me? Silly, isn’t it?” But no response.
“Come on! Don’t tell me that you think that I am! I am not! I was short, sure, but we were all short in our youth, weren’t we? I am grown up now! An adult. Look! You see?” But again, no response.
“Hey! I am talking with you! Hello! Anyone of you!? Someone at home?” But no response.
“For Christ’s sake! Answer me! Anyone?!” But no response.
“I am not short! I am at least average! Maybe even a bit above that! Look at me! Look at how tall I am! I am ultra tall!” But again no response.
“Honey! Get in the cat, it will start to rain soon!” “Ok mum!” “Mr. Short! Mr. Short! Where are you? Ah there you are! Playing with the garden gnomes!”
See you next time!