Mickey Mouse in Hollywood
The sun was shining and the air was mild and clear when Mickey Mouse closed the door to his modest flat, which an insensitive soul might've called 'dumpy', and started whistling his way down the six flights of stairs that would lead him out onto the street. Mickey's flat was modest, of course, because Mickey was poor and couldn't afford a better one, and it was just a happy coincidence that he didn't much mind sleeping on an old cot half-filled with sawdust. Of course, he wasn't so keen on the six flights of stairs and would've raised no objections to using the lift, but since the only lift in the place had been sitting two feet off the lobby floor for many moons and nobody had any intention of moving it, least of all the owner of the place well, a person just can't have everything. So down the stairs he went, all six flights of them, because his addiction to meals and having a passable pair of shoes to his name necessitated his going to work.