Roald Dahl's Umbrella Man Character Description

The Girl

She is a twelve years old girl. She likes ice creams and she is a very trusted and compassionate person.

The Mother

She is a thirty four years old lady. She isn’t a trusted person at all. She always consider necessary to examine people before trusting them. And she is a stubborn person; she didn’t let go things just because.

The Umbrella Man

He is about 70 years old. He is a little old man but he is in very good shape. He is well-dressed, well-spoken and appears to be very polite but the truth is that he is a bold-faced jerk. He is an alcoholic that steals other people things in order to sell them for pennies through lies and other people compassion and then buy alcohol.

Umbrella Man Alternate Ending

This is my Ending to Roald Dahl's Umbrella Man:

When we got home we didn’t spoke about what happened earlier. The next day, it was raining cats and dogs. I didn’t want to get wet in my way to school. So, I took the old man’s umbrella and walked to the bus stop. There I was, waiting for my bus under the umbrella when a lady crossed by carrying her baby. She looked worried and I realized that he was poor and that her baby was sick. I felt very sorry for them and offered her the umbrella. “Take it” – I said - “You need it more than I do”. She smiled to me happily “Thank you” – she said and continued her way to the hospital. I didn’t get a penny but I got a mother’s gratitude and her smile. It worthed a lot more than a penny.

Soon I forgot about the umbrella but one day I was waiting for my bus to go back home after school. It was raining but the bus stop had a roof and a bench. I didn’t notice when an old man sat next to me, but I do noticed the umbrella that he had in his hand. I looked at him and I got amazed. He was the little old man that sold my mother the umbrella and he was carrying it with him!

-Hi there- he said – Yes, it is me and yes, this is the umbrella- He laughed loud.

-How come…?-

-I don’t know, you pretty young lady- he answered before I could ask him –It always return to me. And in its way back it performs beautiful acts.

I was astonished.

-I guess someday it will leave me, as well as it came to me in the first place. Who knows? Maybe someday it will return to you… I think that’s your bus honey-

Indeed, my bus was coming. I got on the bus. When I looked outside, he was already offering the umbrella to a young guy. I'm sure that I will be seeing that umbrella again!

The End