[This is from a story about a doll left behind when a family moves house; the "little thing" is the doll]
Suddenly the glare of a torch beam stung the little thing's eyes.
"What have we got here?" said a voice.
"Oh, it's nothing," said another. "Let the new people get rid of it."
"So that's my name," thought the little thing, "Nothing!"
Then, in the quiet, he heard the patter of feet and a mouse came running towards him.