Mr Gray was not particularly fond of children. He believed them peculiar, with their short frames and habit of saying whatever came to mind. To be honest, the dislike steamed from the fact that they left him quite bewildered. Because he had -as so many other adults- forgotten how it was to be a child. By the rare chance that somebody would find it their duty to remind him of that fact that he once been one, a child that is; he would simply refuse to acknowledge the person and would walk away with hurried steps. Yes, Mr Gray was not fond of children; and it was by a cruel twist of faith that he had to go out of his way to make the acquaintances of one.