As he gets out of his chair, I ask him if it's true what they say about short men.
It was the short men that created all the trouble in the world.
It was not a short man at all, but a boy.
He was a short, dark man who didn't talk much.
The tall woman and the short man were still out on the field.
That short, fat man with the hair on his face!
The short dark man jumped again, though not very much.
He was a dark, rather short man of about forty.
Once he didn't see a short, dark man turn a corner, and she pulled him down behind a bush.
Behind him came a rather short man in a black business suit.