Fat little stubby dwarf people...

Fat little stubby dwarf people live across from me. They waddle back and forth across the road. For a long time I couldn't understand why they'd walk out of one house, across the street and into another house. People don't just enter into each others house willy nilly do they? They have some kind of monopoly over this corner of Short St. It smacks of too much community. But then I live in The Mondrian, designed by a famous architect whose name I don't know and I don't talk to anyone.