Rubbing his arms, he quietly banged the lion shaped knocker on the door. And waited.. And waited. Were the people in there going to let him become an ice statue? His lips started to turn blue and he banged harder on the knocker and finally let out a breath when he heard the lock in the door turning. Just as the door opened and he was about to present his appeal for shelter when he saw that it was the pretty girl who had opened the door. But what stopped him was that she seemed to have been crying. Tears stuck to her pretty lashes and her cute button nose was red. Forgetting his intended words to ask for help, he asked with concern, "Why are you crying?" and almost got his nose banged on the door for his trouble as the girl closed the door in his face.
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