Lumps

There's always something that bring people together: common interests, common enemies. There's also a bijillion things that tear people apart: disagreements, just deciding on the spot that "you do not like this person".
Now, in my town, things are pretty simple. Sure we take a few swings at each other once in a blue moon but overall, we get along just fine.
And who was it that created this tight-knit community?
That, my dear would be Lumps.
He couldn't really be described as an enemy (though we all thought him so) as he hadn't ever done anything wrong. However; there were no friendly feelings from anyone in town towards him, adults included.
They found him a nuisance; their children walking an extra block just to avoid him on the way home and such. You know, things parents often dislike.
And so, though no one liked him there, there he stayed: halfway down Pumperdig Street, lying in the front yard of the old abandoned house, tomb protruding from the mud he'd been swallowed in.
Lumps.