In the woods stood a charming little house. It was not much, just a couple of stones on top of each other. The roof was full of green grass and in spring it would have all kinds of colourful flowers. The main door was barred, to keep people out, but it had a smaller door through which animals could come and go as they liked. It also had a perfect big window to look through during the daytime. As ‘tiny’ as it was, it was perfectly fine for Mr. Whisker all by his lonesome self.









