Term3 Week3 The Pitiful

He was sited near the abandoned construction site, with a thick pile of disheveled hair laid on top of his egg shaped head. Looking around him lazily, he looked as if he was tired of living. He leaned back against the pillar behind him, giving a grimace to anyone who looked at him. His unkempt clothes were torn and his pants, so worn out that it looked as if it was going to be a pair of shorts. With only a pittance amount of bread left, he nibbled them slowly, hoping that a Good Samaritan would rescue him quickly, before his supply of bread ran out.