You Can't Judge a Book by it's Cover (or a dwarf, for that matter)

I was sittin here this afternoon, waitin on the severe weather the local weather service has been in a tizzy about for the past two days. We did have heavy rain last night, with lightning and thunder, but today it has been mostly sunny, albeit very windy. The friggin heat index (in October?) was 87 last time I looked. Something has gotta give, and I’m pretty sure we’ll get more thunderstorms, if not the tornados we are supposed to be watchin for. Something to post about would help to pass the time. Walkin past the oak kitchen cabinet where my prized lu-ray dishes are kept, he caught my eye. “He” being my favorite “little person” if was bein politically correct. Since he is not a representation of a real person (and I am anything but politically correct), I will call em like I see em; he’s a dwarf. This fella joined my family in august of 1993. It was during the best vacation of my life. No particular destination, so ya couldn’t get lost, no money worries, no time limit, and plenty of nature’s gift. Just wandering through my home state of West by-god Virginia. We were on the way back, in the southwestern part of the state, Huntington, to be exact. Happened to pass an interestin lookin antique and junk store and decided to give it a look-see. Browsed through, and finally made it to the counter where the proprietor was sittin. Of course, my companion cannot leave without bullshittin, so I was lookin in the showcase close by, and there he was. Don’t ask me why, but I love what they call Carnival chalk. Made from the teens to late 50’s, a lot of it was given away as prizes. I knew right away this dwarf had found a home. The owner told us what he knew of the dwarf’s past. He told us he had come from the old railroad yard in town. He turned the piece upside down and showed us where someone long ago had glued a piece of textured stuff(like roofing shingle, but thinner) to the bottom. He said they did that so that the dwarf would not vibrate off the shelf as the engines passed by. Made sense to me. Up in my part of the state, the coal trains would often have an engine pullin and one or more pushin to help em get over the mountains. Here is my one-of-a-kind find. I have looked in books and shops and on the net, but have never seen one like him.

Oh, I almost forgot (not really), the shop owner also showed us the reason that this particular dwarf seems to be workin sooo hard to transport his load of "wood"...