A Gaunt old man with huge wings

On the third day of the rain they had killed so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo had to walk a hundred yards wet and throw them into the sea, because the newborn had had a fever all night, and they thought it was the putrid smell that had caused the fever. How gloomy the whole world had been since Tuesday. The sea and the sky had become one ashen-gray thing; and the sand of the beach, which on a March night sparkled like a powdery light, had become a steaming heap of mud and rotten shellfish. Even at noon the light was so weak that when Pelayo threw the crabs away and returned home, it was difficult for him to see what was moving and groaning in the back corner of the yard. He had to get very close to see an old man, a very gaunt old man, lying face down in the mud, and despite all his efforts, he could not get up, only his two huge wings hindering him.