Rockbag

He shrugs into his finely knitted overcoat every night late at night as he marches out into the tundra or the steppe. He carries a bag full of stones and a shovel. That is all we know. He has two extra teeth that grow out of his jawbone. They are tiny and round, but there is no mistaking them for not teeth. The odds are in his favor for being a failure. He has a dished face. Sincerely yours.