A Gentleman's Dream

A grand wagon drawn by two horses, copper-rimmed wheels, a sumptuous sable hood, and silver horseshoes, was his dream.

He set out with his crutch, a sumptuous sable crutch it was. He greeted everyone he saw with a bright smile, walking like a gentleman as he neared his destination.

A sound of marching caught everyone's ears. A wagon pulled by two massive horses thundered toward him. The driver's face was white with terror, as though he had seen a ghost. The horses were out of control.

The wagon had crushed our gentleman and had gone straight to the... yes, it can be said that the gentleman was crushed by his dream.

The people he greeted had come forward to help, for he was a gentleman who greeted everyone with a big, bright smile. Every day. They called a doctor.

The doctor was an old, clumsy man. He examined the crushed man. While he worked, he asked one of the bystanders to write down the victim's details.

After trying his best to save the man for some time, he rose from the ground and asked for the paper with the filled-in details. The man did as he was asked to.

Our crushed gentleman had a rather difficult name. It was hard to pronounce, and for the doctor, even harder.

The doctor asked, "How do you pronounce..."

The man replied, "You can pronounce him dead."