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V11

This was the end, Bitsy though--the rubbish heap. He was so twisted that he could not move away from the tin cans under his back. But he had promised his mother that he would never lose courage, so he did not cry.

"I will try to be brave," he told himself. "Something good will surely happen if I do not lose courage."

So Bitsy did not give up, and something did happen: In the evening a man passed the rubbish heap. He was a tall man with a pointed beard, dressed in a flapping black cape that reached almost to his ankles. On his head was a big [[strikethrough]] black [[/strikethrough]] hat that almost hid his kind, brown eyes. Under his arm was a [[strikethrough]] large [[/strikethrough]] drawing pad.

"Ah, just the thing," the man was saying to himself. "I will draw a picture of the rubbish heap on the waterfront."

And opening his drawing pad the man began to draw. He did not see the little, twisted wire.

Bitsy tried to cry out, but his bent jaws would not open. He tried to move, but his body would not stir one inch.

"Perhaps I can move my toes and hit a tin can," he thought.

He tried and tried, and at last his toes moved just a little. One of the tins began to roll.

The man turned his eyes toward the little wire.

"Now, I wonder what caused that noise?"

Bitsy was so afraid [[strikethrough]] that [[/strikethrough]] he would not be seen that his body began to tremble.

The man bend down to look. He saw the trembling of the wire.

"This poor wire looks as if it has been in an accident," he said. "Perhaps, I can do something with it."

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