Once there was an old man named Armand who lived under the bridge in Paris. Everything he owned could be pushed around in an old baby buggy without a hood - it was easy for him to move from place to place. Armand loved his solitary, carefree life. Children, he quoted, were like starlings, and a person was better off without them.
But the Children who lived under the bridge knew a true friend when they saw one, even if tha friend was a little bit grumpy to begin with. And it did not take Armand long to see he had gotten himself a read-made family - one he loved with all his heart, and he would have to find a better home than the bridge.
He takes them walks and give them food, like a poor family. He soon realizes that he would need more money for the new family so he searches for a job near what he calls home in Paris.
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