Ah-moe the Garang Guni
Ah-moe quickly chose the nearby block of flats.
Normal rag and bone men would take the lift up to the top floor and go down door to door -- it's much easier to drag your cart down the steps of the stairs, than trying to pull it up the same flight of stairs. Unfortunately, Ah-moe had not noticed it, and decided to start from the bottom of the block instead.
Surprisingly, residents there did have quite a lot of unwanted newspapers. Even though they received pathetic amounts of money from Ah-moe, they were still quite happy to part with all that junk in their house.
So Ah-moe had collected a pretty large stack of papers by the time he reached level 4. But now he was pretty much drenched in sweat, after hauling up the newspapers up storey after storey. He was doing fine, until he decided to stop and rest. At the wrong place.
With the cart balancing precariously on one of the steps, Ah-moe stretched out his hand to lean on the cart to rest. It would have been fine too, had he leaned and pushed the cart against the steps. But he didn't. He stood two steps above his cart, looking outwards at the scenery as his hand reached the cart for support...
Bang... Crash... Flutter... Tumble...
While Ah-moe was still there with his hand outstretched, enjoying the birds and sky, and oblivious of what happened, the cart had shifted backwards and started dropping down a step. Then another step. Then two steps. Then the cart swayed violently side to side, spilling sheets of newspapers all around, as it went down faster and faster. Ah-moe had forgotten to tie the papers up.
Ah-moe turned around and wondered what was wrong. It took him some time to realise. His cart wasn't there! He looked around. Someone had taken his cart and threw his newspapers all around! As he opened his mouth to curse at Ah-mo, he noticed the clankering of metal from the downward direction. Looking down, he caught sight of his cart still well on its way down.
He ran after his cart, but by the time he reached it, it was already on the ground floor, bent, dented and broken in many parts.
Leaving his mangled cart, and the mess of newspapers strewn all over from 4th storey down, Ah-moe stormed off in a huff. It must have been Ah-mo, he decided.
Normal rag and bone men would take the lift up to the top floor and go down door to door -- it's much easier to drag your cart down the steps of the stairs, than trying to pull it up the same flight of stairs. Unfortunately, Ah-moe had not noticed it, and decided to start from the bottom of the block instead.
Surprisingly, residents there did have quite a lot of unwanted newspapers. Even though they received pathetic amounts of money from Ah-moe, they were still quite happy to part with all that junk in their house.
So Ah-moe had collected a pretty large stack of papers by the time he reached level 4. But now he was pretty much drenched in sweat, after hauling up the newspapers up storey after storey. He was doing fine, until he decided to stop and rest. At the wrong place.
With the cart balancing precariously on one of the steps, Ah-moe stretched out his hand to lean on the cart to rest. It would have been fine too, had he leaned and pushed the cart against the steps. But he didn't. He stood two steps above his cart, looking outwards at the scenery as his hand reached the cart for support...
Bang... Crash... Flutter... Tumble...
While Ah-moe was still there with his hand outstretched, enjoying the birds and sky, and oblivious of what happened, the cart had shifted backwards and started dropping down a step. Then another step. Then two steps. Then the cart swayed violently side to side, spilling sheets of newspapers all around, as it went down faster and faster. Ah-moe had forgotten to tie the papers up.
Ah-moe turned around and wondered what was wrong. It took him some time to realise. His cart wasn't there! He looked around. Someone had taken his cart and threw his newspapers all around! As he opened his mouth to curse at Ah-mo, he noticed the clankering of metal from the downward direction. Looking down, he caught sight of his cart still well on its way down.
He ran after his cart, but by the time he reached it, it was already on the ground floor, bent, dented and broken in many parts.
Leaving his mangled cart, and the mess of newspapers strewn all over from 4th storey down, Ah-moe stormed off in a huff. It must have been Ah-mo, he decided.
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