The Man in Gray
A cold stranger watches Bolt
On Monday, Bolt and I went to the town park.
The sun was shining, and children were playing.
Bolt was sitting on a bench in the warm light.
While we were resting, I saw a strange man.
He was wearing a long and a .
The man was standing near a tree and watching Bolt.
His face was cold, and his eyes were .
I felt because he was staring at us.
Bolt was not moving because he did not him.
The man walked to some people near the gate.
"That old robot is ," he said loudly.
"Old machines break, and then they people."
Some people looked at Bolt with worried faces.
I felt because his words were not true.
"Bolt is kind. He never hurts anyone," I said.
The man in only smiled a cold .
"You are a child. You do not understand," he said.
He wrote something in a small black book.
Then he walked away because the people left.
My hands were shaking because I was .
"Do not worry, Mio," Bolt said in a soft voice.
But Bolt's light was blinking because he was too.
We went home early because the day felt dark.
That night, I could not sleep because of the man.