Dwarvish children are even more cute than all the other ones. These here, at the other end of the alley, stare at you with wide open eyes. When you approach them, one of the kids runs at [NAME], wielding a big wooden axe, while the other ones retreat fearsomely. With astonishing powerful blows, the little one beats at [NAME] shin until it turns blue and it lasts some seconds until [NAME] reacts. With an immense leap and an even more immense yell [NAME] jumps back, though the kiddy doesn’t give up, toddles swiftly behind and starts again his “work” on [NAME] shin. Finally that goes too far for [NAME], with one hand [NAME] takes the axe from the child, with the other one [NAME] picks the whippersnapper up. While the little one keeps beating around, hanging from [NAME] stretched out arm, a woman, attracted by the noise, comes out two buildings away, grabs the kiddy’s ear and tears him along, scolding loudly, back to the house. She closes the door with a loud bang. [NAME] stares at the empty street for a while, then at the closed door. With a shrug, [NAME] leans the wooden axe against the wall next to the door.
