There once was a little house, found at the end of a little road.
This little house was built by a husband and wife at the beginning of their marriage. They toiled for many hours, sawing, hammering, gluing and boiling the kettle.
They put their mailbox at the entrance to the little road. It read “Mr and Mrs Gilmore. Lovers of fine wine and other historical pursuits”.
One day a tall man walked to the end of the little road and read the mailbox.
The tall man laughed as he knocked on the door of the little house.
Mrs Gilmore opened the door and her face blanched.
“Hello Mary. May I come in?”
The door slammed shut. The tall man tsked. Before setting out on the little road he scratched a mark on the mailbox.
Another time. I will return.
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