There was an old man, the children named Jim the Cart.

He wandered through town and a cracking yellow rain poncho with a hood over his head.

A creaky shopping cart wobbled in front of him as he made his way through the streets.

Whenever Jim would see an abandoned toy left by a child in their front yard, he would scoop

it up and place it in his cart, and down the street he would go.

Creak, creak, creak, wobble, creak, creak, creak, creak, wobble.

A young greedy boy named Thomas noticed one day that Jim the cart had taken some of his

toys that he left carelessly in his yard.

Thomas was angry and wanted them back, so he followed Jim down the street and watched

from behind the bushes as the old man in the yellow rain poncho bent on shaking knees

to collect another neglected toy.

Jim would place it in the cart and continue on his way.

Creak, creak, creak, Thomas followed Jim the cart until the sun had nearly fallen

behind the trees, who was growing cold and the light was vanishing.

They were near the edge of town and the last house had passed behind them some time ago.

A few were bushes to hide behind and Thomas was afraid that the old man would spot him,

but he just pushed his cart further out of town.

Creak, creak, creak, wobble.

The sun was down and the only light shining on Jim the cart and Thomas came from the pale moon

above. Thomas knew that they were nearing the old graveyard near the abandoned church.

His family drove past it sometimes when they went to visit his grandparents.

It was scary and it always filled this body with chills.

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