After all those days of being little men, they were children again.

How had the little man known he would be here?

The little man seemed to know where he was going.

We went over to the little man and looked down at him.

The little man had his own way of doing things.

I looked from him to the little man across the table.

As the little man himself would say, he has only just started.

For a little man, he has a lot of power.

You were too young to remember, but he was just a little man, then.

The little man on the floor then did the same.

Where we're going they just take it off the little man.

I am a little man; he is a big one.

Michael is more of a little man than we'd thought.

The little man had started talking about an hour ago.

The little man looked at me like he thought I was trying too hard.

He was trying hard to be a little man about it.

But as they moved, the little man was not there.

It died under the look the little man gave him.

I thought of him as a little man, but he wasn't really.

And the little man had gone back home, hadn't he?

Instead the little man looked at the people who followed him.

"What was the name of that little man in the story?"

The little man with the long hair also had his eyes on the back view of the god.

"I think you may be right about power after all, little man."

They would have their own way with an army of little men.