In a
forest far far away, the skies are dark and it’s a rainy day. I am with my donkey
Yarrow, and with my shadow, looking for a nice place to stay. From a distance I
see an appearance seemingly familiar to me.
“Is it a shanty? Or is it a truck? Alas, it’s my luck! It is a Shack!” I exclaimed in fact, unbelieving what I see, hooray, hooray!! Shack in the forest? Yes it is honest, while hurrying I pulled Yarrow to the shade.
Clearing my throat I politely inquired; “Ehemm... I am Merchant Black, who’s in the shack?” Nobody replied, no one even cried, and silence beckoned me to come in. In rushing bravado I barged in and followed by sigh coz it’s hollow and free. I abruptly decided since no one invited, I’ll just take this shack for me.
