A dilapidated wooden structure with a caved in roof and debris everywhere.  Even the trees outside the house are falling apart.  There's waist high grass leading to the house along with a dirt path.
Ruined house, Abandoned
rat
vagrants
I don't have any place to live, and I exist at the fringes of the town's society, sneaking a night's sleep in a barn, begging for food in return for work at cottage doors.  When I've worn out my welcome in a particular town, I move onto the next one. I don't really have a role to play in society.
I have no bread. I have just come to get some rest before moving on. Good thing I have some bread Even with mold, that bread looks tasty. Would you like some? Where are you moving on to? I am a vagrant. The people here don't want me around so I will move to the next town. I would love some bread. I will share this bread in the hope to raise your spirits. Tell me why do they no want you around? I must beg to survive. It is all I can do. Look at a mere rat like me. No one wants me around, but I still stay and I simply take the food I desire. If I did that, I would lose a hand. They place all kinds of traps to snap my head, yet I still survive! I survive yet not so well. I hope to rest tonight and go on tomorrow. Well vagrant you seem like a good person. These people simply do not understand you.