Miniature versions

Usage examples of midgets.

In Elliot Park we watched the midgets gathering beside the Volkswagen bus.

Urick marched the midgets through her kitchen — showing off her stockpots, and how plain-but-good everything smelled.

It was clear that the fourth floor was the one the midgets wanted — ‘suited to their tiny washing and tiny peeing,’ Max grumbled, but not around Lilly.

It had funny hand controls, for braking and acceleration, because the midgets couldn’t reach the foot pedals.

With Lilly crying beside me, I imagined I saw — in the chaos of moving midgets and unloading animals — a whole circus called Sorrow, instead of Fritz’s Act.

She would remain faithful to Fritz’s Act, and serve them well — perhaps discover­ing, as she grew older, that waiting on midgets and mak­ing their beds were altogether preferable to the services she’d rendered to more fully grown adults.

Perhaps Max never got over his irritation at having to give up the smaller bathroom equipment, and his cher­ished hideaway on the fourth floor, because I imagine him plagued by the sense, if not by the actual sound, of the midgets living over his head.

If Fritz had allowed his midgets to vote, Freud might have been admitted to their cir­cus — he was only slightly larger than they were.

Coming from a family used to strange toilets — those toilets fit for dwarfs in the first Hotel New Hampshire, those tiny toilets used by Fritz’s midgets to this day — I tend to be generous in my feelings toward the toilets at the Stanhope, although I know some people who say they’ll never stay at the Stanhope again.

Urick marched the midgets through her kitchen—showing off her stockpots, and how plain-but-good everything smelled.

It was clear that the fourth floor was the one the midgets wanted—“suited to their tiny washing and tiny peeing,” Max grumbled, but not around Lilly.

Kids from the town of Dairy came and hung around our park all day, but the midgets were in no hurry.

With Lilly crying beside me, I imagined I saw—in the chaos of moving midgets and unloading animals—a whole circus called Sorrow, instead of Fritz’s Act.

She would remain faithful to Fritz’s Act, and serve them well—perhaps discovering, as she grew older, that waiting on midgets and making their beds were altogether preferable to the services she’d rendered to more fully grown adults.

Perhaps Max never got over his irritation at having to give up the smaller bathroom equipment, and his cherished hideaway on the fourth floor, because I imagine him plagued by the sense, if not by the actual sound, of the midgets living over his head.