And carried on his way to the village.
When Trudgenorg had finished drawing the picture, he punched the old man rather aggresively in the face.
The old man stood still, blankly staring into space.
'Haha, I know!" thought Trudgenorg. He got out his sketchpad and began drawing pictures of the old man.
"You are not allowed to walk past me," said the old man again.
Trudgernorg laughed loudly. "Ho ho ho," he said, "what a delightful young man you are!"
"You cannot walk past me," said the old man.
On the way to the village, an old man stepped out in front of him.
He got up again, and carried on walking towards his home village.
Suddenly it stopped raining and the sun came out. Trudgenorg smiled.