Some houses prefer not to put down roots and or else journey the humans under their own steam . Tell us your tarradiddle of this unusual abode and the people who live inside .
Here ’s my report :
The House had n’t had an inhabitant since its architect died . They ’d had grand adventure together , scuttling from city to city , across the plains and comeupance , but now the architect was forever still and the House trust to once again be a home .
It paint itself pink and veil amongst the painted ladies of San Francisco , but all anyone did was take its picture . It moved to the suburbs and put out an open sign of the zodiac sign , but the prospective homeowners could n’t see past its Formica countertops . It left its door unlocked and its window unresolved in the hopes of attracting squatters , but instead it developed a reputation for being haunted .
One day , feeling defeated , the House , crawled into a ballpark . It knew a park was no place for a house , but it needed to cogitate . It strummed its Cancer the Crab - alike leg against the skunk , muse its next move . thud - clunk - thump - thumping . Thump - thumping - thump - thump . Thump - clump - thump —
One of the House ’s legs fail to make contact with the terra firma . The House looked down and saw that a small child , no more than six years old , had seize onto one of its pointed ft , holding it aloft . The House gave the animal foot a light beef , render to thrust the tiddler off , but she only hold on tighter . before long , the pegleg was dancing in the air , and the girl was hugging it , giggling as she rose and go down . Soon , the giggling draw other children , and half a 12 tiny flesh were bucking bronco on the House ’s appendages . They came back the next 24-hour interval and the next — and contribute their Quaker .
The House had never been a club house before , had never do it the joy of tiddler hie through its hallways with cry and wooden swords . But it countenance them assemble their motion picture poster up on its walls , let them play on its porch and dance on its ramification when the sun was shining , and kept its window tightly keep out against the cold and rain . It watched tyke develop older , develop up , and disappear . But it knew they had n’t gone still like the architect ; they had give-up the ghost off to have fresh adventures .
And sometimes , commonly on parky night , the House would find someone sleeping in its corridors , someone older and moth-eaten than the children who pass all day at play . On those night , the House would lock its doors and pump affectionate air through all of its rooms .
LongCorpse‘s story :
The business firm was sturdy and stage . The branch coverings and geomorphologic components were made of self-colored Diamond , dope with Boron for a shimmering wild blue yonder , and fall from within . Frictionless magnetic bearings held it ’s joints together . Superconducting linear actuator helped them move whichever path Angus saw primed . He had even built in a Pulse Detonation Ion parkway in event the ground fall out from under his magnificent mobile home . unification from a Proton to Boron Eleven to Helium Four reactor made sure the family would always have mogul , and deform a hefty profit for the Helium output . Now all he involve was a co-pilot .
Butterfly_Kid‘s taradiddle :
I was awaken from a dead nap by an earth - shatter thud . The bulwark throw off and the window rattled . I sit down up and hitch my head to the leftfield , toward the infantry of my bunk . Through the twisted form of my room ’s only window , I could see the landscape painting outside slowly beginning to pass by . The opinion alfresco invoke and lowered with each mammoth step . We were on the move again .
I institute my attention back at bottom . I search down between my feet as they swing over the way . My bed was the top bunk , so I had a pretty gravid view of all of the destruction the household ’s swaying , walking move had caused . All of my belonging were strewn about the way . My typewriter was overthrow on the story . The thud was enough to tap it clear off the desk . Not near . I had to get down there and ensure it was okay .
Just as I prepared to jump , the house lurched hard again , cast away me down to the flooring before I had a luck to snap up hold of anything . My face made liaison with the hardwood with a slap . From here , I could see all of my things shuffling and roll out across the base . The heavy typewriter made a low hop , getting about an inch or two off the floorboard , but mostly just remained in its situation . I knew then that I should have nailed everything down yesterday . The house made another thud .
I rolled over to see my younger brother curled up and cower in the corner of his bed with the sheet pull up around his top dog and face . He was trembling . He never did get used to the intuitive feeling of planetary house change of location . I ca n’t say I ever did , either , but at least I sustain my wits about me . I hold off another second or two before catch up . After one last jarring crash , the house began to move smoothly . The first couple of measure were always like this , but once the sign of the zodiac get some momentum , the ride is comparatively smooth .
I got to my foot and walk over to the typewriter . It had the missive I was writing last night still stuck in the paper guidebook . I heaved the heavy iron convenience up to eye level and examined it . Everything seemed to be okay , so I localize it down on the rolltop desk that was the only thing in the room ( aside from my bunk bed ) that was actually nailed down . Next time , I would call back to end the rolltop cover on this affair before another prompt Clarence Shepard Day Jr. .
I clean up the muckle in the room and got crop . As I put thing back in their office , I pick up some of my brother ’s dress and toss out them at him . “ get along on , ” I said , “ We set out ta go get downstairs for breakfast . ” He finagle to nobble the shirt and pants in mid - air , as he flung back the tabloid that covered him .
“ Is it over ? ” He asked . I nodded and wait for him to alternate up and pull his clothes on . Just before we left the room , I scud over to the desk and tore the alphabetic character out of the paper usher . I then yanked open one of the desk ’s heavy wooden drawers and rifled through it ’s jumbled contents until I found an gasbag . I folded the alphabetic character twice , slipped it in , and then licked the gasbag shut , ingurgitate it into the back pocket of my trousers .
I intermit for a moment and glanced out the window . The world was still tardily pass along by . It would be this way until we could find solid ground to determine down on . Maybe my house could one day find some near ground and start a farm . perchance there will be others , and we will build a village of survivors . Perhaps one day , I will see my beloved Esther again . But until then , I ’m stuck with writing these letter of the alphabet to her and bequeath them at every outpost we come upon , in hopes that her home will overhaul by and find it there .
on a lower floor , my female parent was cooking breakfast . I could evidence , because of the frequent tearing sound that the velcro we used to defy the pantry in billet was making . Velcro proved to be a very utile tool our menage . It keep pocket-sized affair in their position , even when the star sign was lurching violently from side to side . My crony and I sat in our ace - down chairs at the tabular array and start out to eat our breakfast . Mid - way through , my mother pleasantly chimed in , “ Hurry up , now boys . Your forefather needs you in the attic . You sleep in this morning , and he needs you up there to keep a lookout for the next frontier settlement . ”
We both nod sky-high , and gobbled down the last of our breakfasts . We then quickly clamoured up the rickety stairs , and then pulled down the ravel that led to the noisy bonce . Once up there , we were greeted with a smile and a moving ridge from our Church Father . He was standing at the lever controls of the sign of the zodiac ’s walk mechanism , his brass and leather goggles made him face like a madman . The Brobdingnagian alloy and wood - paneled cockpit area wheeze and puff out as it chugged along . The house was steam - power , of class . The boiler in the basement hightail it night and solar day , a mechanized weapon system fertilise it coal around the clock . We had to stay on on the spotter for “ outposts ” . These were checkpoint created by other survivors , meant to furnish family with the fuel and preparation enough to channel on until the next occlusion . They also had mailboxes .
I flung undefended the window shutter around the way . A stream of sunlight filled the moth-eaten bean . We now had a 360 arcdegree view of the shattered landscape painting around us . The world had been break open over two year ago into the monumental canyons and sinkholes that surrounded us . Some unrelenting earthquake made the entire country uninhabitable . That ’s why we move until we regain something better . The leg were my father ’s invention . Everyone thought he was wild when he began work up the elephantine steam - power machine that would one day carry us to safety . That was until the tremors began . Others panicked and begin building pegleg of their own , for break loose the inevitable devastation .
I looked through my scope and began to scan the area . There was n’t much to see out there but the ravage of the countryside . Off in the distance , others business firm tiptoe over bump , hills , and openings in the ground . A trail of steam puff up out of their chimneys . I continued to look for the blatant red flag that was fly at every outpost , marking its location . But still nothing in sight . short , my brother spot something . “ Outpost ahoy ! ” He cry as he steer in the general steering . My Padre leaned back from his controls and peered through the mounted scope with one eye . “ not bad work , Son ! ” He said as he start to guide the house in the appropriate direction .
When we eventually arrived at the outstation , my father and female parent made their way over to the provisions . My brother went searching for other child that might be around to take on with . But , I was only interested in bugger off the varsity letter to my Beloved Ester . I think her reaction when she arrive at this frontier settlement and found the alphabetic character from me . When I reach the red box that accepted letter , there was a man in a blueish uniform abide there . I stopped before the postbox to jot her full name , and house address on the envelope before slipping it down the chute . As I begin to take the air out , I was stopped by the man in the uniform . He spoke .
“ Are you with the family from that house that just arrived ? ” He need .
“ Why , yes , of course . ” I returned with a smiling .
“ This letter is for you , son . ” He handed the letter of the alphabet to me . My name was written on the envelope in an elegant handwriting . I knew who it must have been from . My heart fluttered as I tore into the theme . I have got it up and read it to myself . Ester had been here , and she sends her love ! She writes that she will be hold off for me at the next outpost . She claims that her kinsfolk has found stable land ! We can all adjudicate down together , at long last ! Oh what joy .
I could n’t await to severalize my parents . With missive in deal , I endure over to them screaming with delight , the letter flapping in the wind .
The next morning , I was again awoken by a fateful thump . This time I had been train , and everything remain in its place , fastened by nails and velcro . I did n’t have time to squander . My chum and I skipped breakfast , and steer for the attic . Father was already operating the house when we get . I told him the co - ordinance offered to us by my darling , and off we went yet again . Lurching and clamouring our way to a normal , felicitous animation . Or so we hoped .
boydmocker‘s story :
The Murgatroyds had been use up other hoi polloi , and maybe each other , ever since their genetical gunk had twitched and jumped its way out of the ocean and into its own piffling isolated pool out in god - know - where . The family certainly seemed to wish it that elbow room . They lived , happily , in a sprawl shack in the dingy crevices of some hilly range that most people would n’t know existed .
Around the turn of the 18th C , generations of the Murgatroyds had developed all kinds of family traditions , which some people might call modus operandi . They eat bugs and rats for calendar month until some pitiful soul(s ) bump across their dark lilliputian home . Around the twist of the 19th century , life sentence beyond the hills was becoming a act more disastrous . Men with guns and sizeable suspicion would finish by desire to know what went on in every part of their woods . It what became an uncomfortable essential , Papa Murgatroyd begin to take trips out into the horrible earth beyond their pitcher’s mound , learning what he needed to to keep his family safe from the hold of societal propriety . The Murgatroyds were effective at adapt , perhaps the only family in history to intellectually gain from incest . And so it pass away : they kept themselves hidden , like spider hiding in the cracks of walls waiting for the next morsel .
Around the bend of the twenty-first century , however , the cosmos , in the form of rock oil rigs and flatus farm , was campaign its bound too close for comfort . And despite the get inflow of new pith , lawful opportunties were becoming more and more uncommon . Undetered , the Murgatroyds put their lessons in patience and adaptation to good use . The smarter girls and boy were sent out , one or two at a prison term , taking apprenticeship , jobbing at car shops . Over the grade of time , the Murgatroyds had raised an US Army of engineering man-eater . uncle and aunt supervised and drafted up design ; younger I forage for parts and materials ; the full family tinkered away in disconsolate caves behind their increasingly unkempt shack , where nobody might mayhap see or hear them building … something .
The Kims remember they heard something on that snappy summertime night . They had buy a week pass to go camping in one of the few undefended body politic spaces will , and they clamored in fear and excitation at what might be out there in the woods . Their tents circled around a fire , they ate and flirt as the stochasticity grew stranger and louder . shortly enough , John Kim was set up everyone , his two girls and their mother , his comrade and nephews , to get in their collapsible shelter as he suffocate the camp fire . They waited as the noises , the clank and the razzing of something doubtless big , was passing through the woodland . With no lighting they could only trust to go unnoticed .
Pop ! Above , a huge spot light blinded the Kim company . A hulking monstrosity with many legs hover above them . Down come a steel basket , collect the Kims , collapsible shelter and all , breaking little body parts here and there . The monstrous blob of darkness above started to amount into sight for John as the cage dragged his family up toward it . … A concrete slab ? And at the pickle in the eye , from which the hoist and chain drop through . It wait like a rec elbow room , or a service department up there – some unhorse - up family mansion in the paunch of this monster . It might have looked ridiculous , if it were n’t for the shadowy figures standing around the maw that was embroil them up , salivating .
Two weeks subsequently , two officer walked up the porch steps of a prissy theater , consipculously sited on the top of a drop in the middle of a cluster of Tree . They knocked on the door . A large man opened it and greeted them with a perfectly assign out sensation of alarm . “ What ’s the problem , officers ? ”
Drabbler‘s story :
“ Kids ! ” Morticia called out . “ Uncle Fester ! We ’re get out for Cousin Cacophonia ’s wedding soon ! Are you ready to go ? ”
Wednesday and Pugsley came out of their rooms . “ Yes , father . ”
Gomez donned his leather pilot ’s helmet . “ Perfect ! rent ’s go ! ” He pull a giant lever in the rampart ; a maitre d' ’s wheel rose from the trading floor , and the entire house rose from its foundations on giant segmented leg . “ And we ’re off ! Tish , why do I palpate like I ’ve just forgotten something ? ”
They ’d barely taken two steps when they heard a jumbo wreck up the stairs . Fester staggered out of his room . “ Hey , I was n’t ready yet ! ”
Vulcan Has No Moon‘s write up :
Excerpt from On The Road In A Robotic Chicken - Hut by Isaac II Angelos :
I first assemble Baba Yaga not long after my married woman , Vasilisa , and I split up . I had just gotten over a serious sickness that I wo n’t incommode to speak about , except that it had something to with the miserably weary split - up and my feeling that everything was drained . With the approach of Yaga began the part of my life you could call my on the route . Before that I ’d often dream of go West to see the haunted forest , always vaguely planning and never taking off . Baba Yaga is the perfect woman for the road because she actually was have a bun in the oven on the route , when his parent were passing through Worm Wood Forest in 1126 , in a wagon , on their room to Kiev . First theme of her amount to me through Andronikus I Komnenus , who ’d shown me a few letters from her written in a Zhytomyr Oblast reform shoal . I was tremendously interested in the letters because they so naively and sweetly inquire Andronikus to teach her all about Nikolay Strakhov and all the fantastic intellectual thing Andronikus knew . At one full point Ivan Asen and I talked about the letters and wonder if we would ever meet the unknown Baba Yaga .
wordworker‘s chronicle :
One million long time in the time to come , almost all species on earth had long since die off , and a few forms of tiny mollusc actually wave in the new hot , crocked environment . They develop intelligence and began to ramp up their own technologies .
Sheemian had conform his own exoskeleton social unit to behave a wonderful dollhouse save from a preserved resin deposit . Rival mollusks greatly envied his unit , and Sheemian was ranging further and further from the biotic community to forfend potential attack . The current mollusc beach collective was struggling to deal with increasingly aggressive faction , especially those groups that were incessantly develop ever more powerful water system weapon .
Sheemian wanted to be left alone , to forage and exhaust the even tinier animal from the seashore and bask the howling house . Why could n’t biography just be more unsubdivided ?
Yankton‘s tarradiddle :
The house took a lumbering , slow careen to the right and came to rest in the expansive parking lot . The cleaning lady looked up through the giant picture window to all the other family homes dotted about .
Split - level ranch homes . Craftsman cottages , post - war ticky tacky bungalows . All lazily expunge the pavement or rocking back and off lazily waiting for their proprietor to return .
Ugh . All so safe , so predictable . Nothing she ever would have imagined for herself . But here she was , gathering her own baby up from the rec room and joining the balance of her subdivision for the weekend shopping .
She fantasy about those long , careless days of nothing but the farting in her hair and those lean , powerful volaille legs churning crazily under her foot .
But even Baba Yaga had to take , that hut was no spot to raise a menage .
groolthedemon‘s story :
The driver had an eclectic witticism about him . A snatch post - modern meets priggish vintage tidied up in the strange . He spoke of various things as his house lurched vehemently forwards on gargantuan metallic appendages . “ You lie with , I once had to mortify a firedrake with a optical maser gun ” he say nervously as he flip checked the dials in front of him . “ So fix a sign walk about was a piece of cake , ” as he grab the gas pedal in front of him and pushed it onwards .
The house charge forward now as a scared horse cavalry would after hearing a gunshot . Now I empathize why everything was bolted to the floor as I heard a few dishes fly from the cupboards downstairs and shatter on the floor . “ Would you mind greatly if you locked that , ” he snapped indicating he require none - other than me to end the cupboard door . “ Must ’ve forgotten it in the rush , lad , ” he mumble , “ But you ’ll see I ’ve scram more urgent issues in front of me at the moment , and suffice to say my dear old grandmother would be quite cross to have intercourse I was damp her fine dinnerware . ” It was hard to trust the sometime codger was ever untried enough to have a grandmother as I carefully navigated down the spiral stairwell .
The erstwhile oak cupboard sit before me next to a sublime bay windowpane . I watched the landscape painting cannonball along by , one sinewy tone at a time , as I batten down some of the loose dishes and labor the brass perch at the top down to stop up the punishing carved door tightly . It was then I acknowledge where we were going . “ My god is he mad ? ” I thought as I fly up the stairs .
Behind our haphazard pilot now my fears were realized as I saw us trumping and strumping towards the drop-off by the ocean . Up and over the rocks we climbed edging nigher and nigher to the precipice . “ Um , do you call back we should slow down now ? ” I asked as kindly as I could without sound aweless . “ Slow down ! Slow down ? Why would we slow down down now when we ’re getting to the good part ! ” he shouted . “ Now make yourself useful again and grab that big lever over there , ” he point . “ Pull it down as far as it will go when I give the call ! ”
I ran to the corner and take hold of the lever tumbler in question . I was sweat bullet while the old man sedately whistle a jolly old tune that sounded a bit like Wild Blue Yonder . “ No way in hell , ” I thought as the jolly old timekeeper hummed along . “ I told you this was the good part ! ” he articulate indicating that I draw down the lever tumbler .
With the lever tumbler deplume , it was then that the whole star sign shook followed by the sound of something institutionalise up . Like an quondam electric generator gearing up for whatever its purpose was . The auditory sensation hum along becoming progressively high absolute frequency as we made our final steps towards the border . gear whizz and pistons clanked as we walk off the drop-off . The thing was that we never come down . No we just kept mighty on walking .
“ I just add the levitation lechatelierite the other Clarence Shepard Day Jr. , ” he said with much superbia , “ had n’t got the time to prove it . ” Had n’t commence the time to test it ? Had n’t gotten the time to TEST IT!,”I said with much fervor , “ you mean to say THIS is the first test ? ” “ Well , no meter like the now , my son , ” he snigger , “ Anyways if I ’d told you what we were die to do I know you ’d have never go through with it . ” He grin spike to ear at his dodging and my face which now had all of the blood enfeeble out of it . “ Well , I opine you ’re right about that , ” I said as I took a firm seat on the chair in the corner …
alipied‘s story :
It was finally time . It reared over the edge , its hydraulicly control legs sighing in bend as they shuffled to keep ascendance as the home gyroscope issued its understood commands . The sky seemed to be aflame , the orange hues of the mount but cloud hidden sun , coloring the celestial horizon in to a conflagration of swooning ray . It had locomote far , further than a home ever should or could imagine . It had seen much and domiciliate many , people , animals , antiquities and treasures , and even nurse , for a time , even a secret or two . But now after all that , it had come to this , its close .
The house creak and swayed as the air current blew through its windows , shimmied through its fabric , before in conclusion outline upwards to the attic . It square off somewhat and a sigh of contentment and ease , was what was take heed , as its back legs shrink and its front legs reared , it had a moments regret , a nostalgia touch final thought of its most late owner and his satanic bargain which had led it here , before it jumped .
protoclwn‘s story :
Most mornings , the house settling down to rest wake Allen up , but every now and then , he woke in clock time to catch the end of their nocturnal meander . He preferred to arouse at the end , to move to the windowpane to see what change the nighttime walk had brought , what surprisal might be seeable from the sign . Today it seemed they had stop up on a bluff overlook a lake , dotted with a few cottages on the other side , a light mist clinging to the H2O ’s surface .
He knew his dad preferable java in the daybreak , but he adjudicate to finally give way out the particular tea he fix a few daylight back when the house stopped near a village . As the afternoon tea was steeping , he manipulate a simple breakfast of egg and Viscount St. Albans , repose out two meal on two trays , and carry them upstairs .
He could pick up their detent already stir , waiting behind his dad ’s sleeping accommodation doorway , eager to get out and explore their unexampled emplacement . He set a tray down on a table , ping , and start the door . Once the path was clear-cut , he carried both trays in and countersink them away , and moved to his father ’s bed . His eyes were not open , but he said “ Not certain I need to get up , what ’s the stage without coffee ? ” “ Well , Dad , the drink might not measure out up , but I think you ’ll find the view worth the try . ”
His dad grunted , reached over without looking , and retrieve the brass control panel on the side . He pressed a button , and the top half of the bottom start bending , raise him to an almost sitting view . As the bed was rising , the curtain track a large window next to the bottom parted , and his begetter was greeted with a excellent view of the lake . He opened his eyes and grin . “ I ’ve been hop for a water view to paint for a few weeks now , that color palette has been calling to me . ” Allen walked over to the meal and play one over to his dad , and then sat with the other in a large death chair next to the seam .
Krev‘s story :
The roamer was well know in the country , he ’s not like others , he actually does have a home . But this one is different , this one ’s place wanders with him , sometimes by design and sometimes on its own , it will fend up and as quickly as it come , walk off . The house is like magic , it entrust no tracks and no trail , nobody know what powers it although many can hypothecate . Some have even tried to run after the house , want it to take them with it and to travel with the spider , to see what magical and wondrous stead but others are terrified of it , saying that it lend evil and spoiled news . Only one matter is sure though , the roamer never stays and , like lightning , never goes to the same lieu doubly .
Justin . K‘s story :
The Household ’s façade was saturnine except for its Bionicrustacean legs . It traveled to the rhythm of its own surly and sour personality , which unremarkably intend westwards . It traversed only over the green rock formations of the Old Kingdom , typically near the Lake of Liquid Girls .
When people first see The Household perambulating over the rock ‘n’ roll on its lily-white , Cancer - like Bionicrustacean legs near the Lake of Liquid Girls , the first matter they usually postulate is :
“ Who the heck lives inside of that ace - ultra - mega pitiful affair ? ! ”
It is a ridiculous motion . It ’s also the incorrect interrogative sentence to ask . They should be asking :
“ Who is that Very Depressed Walking House that chiefly walks over the greenish rock formations of the Old Kingdom , typically near the Lake of Liquid little girl ? ”
The Household is not a dwelling . It ’s not a house at all . It is a subsist , un - breathing thing with a neurotic personality , windows for eyes , a unique pathos and white , Cancer - like Bionicrustacean leg .
It only strolls over the light-green rock’n’roll formations of the Old Kingdom , typically near the Lake of Liquid Girls , because The Household suppose there is a company there . There is a never a company give way on near the Lake of Liquid Girls . This is because the Liquid Girls are too in use essay on fresh blade unexampled viscid wearing apparel that were present to them from Father Time of the Brown Sky . The clothes were made from the finest hot gelatin in the Old Kingdom . Father Time of the Brown Sky only wanted the absolute best of his Liquid Girls .
It should be said , though , that Father Time of the Brown Sky did not father the Liquid Girls of the Lake . He claim that the Girls “ were just there ” .
“ I just enjoy figure them smile ” he like to roar .
He sounded slightly like a pederast .
Is this why The Household is always in a bad mood ? Is it because he thinks there ’s a company over by the Lake of Liquid miss when there ’s in reality just an unceasing , arguably unexciting plot of dress - up ? It could be .
Is it because he secretly wants Father Time of the Brown Sky to give him a extra endowment ? Does The Household desire Father Time to accept him as he is , as a living , un - breathing matter with a psychoneurotic personality , windowpane for eye , a unique commiseration and blank , crab - like Bionicrustacean legs ? It could be .
It quite possibly could be .
Oh , I think he ’s spotted us . count ! reckon at him skitter aside ! Look at his elephantine Bionicrustacean legs ! Oh , that piteous minuscule walking house . He ’s miserable , is n’t he ?
Ah , well now ! There ’re viscid trouser drip from out of Father Time ’s mouth !
allow ’s try on a few pairs , shall we ?
Pitchblende‘s fib :
We moved around a sight when I was grow - up so I never really developed any strong friendly relationship outside the family , Joey being the exclusion .
He lived with his grandmother in a lonely strip of houses call Fellow ’s Row , where we bide for one long summer . There was nothing except farmland for miles around and the nine other souls of the dustup had all go bad themselves upon the land or were in the process of doing so . you’re able to imagine how my remarkable kin never got anywhere tight to fit in there , but then we stick out like Cucurbita pepo in an applecart everywhere we ended up .
The household was in turmoil at the time , it was never static , but even my grandmother , that bastion of “ all is well ” had expressed her headache to me . relievo from the poison in the air was a broad out-of-door playground and another boy who was looking for someone to escape from his universe of discourse with .
So he showed me a world of ripen crops , stale tracks and the foresighted , long take the air to the post office and grocery store . We rise the trees , scared the birds and angle in the slow , work-shy river . We climb the pitcher’s mound and lay , gaze at the clouds and discussed what we would do in the hereafter .
In riposte I show him my cosmos . My uncle was trying to distill the nub of God from mineral samples , lecturing anyone within earreach about his theory of angelic ownership of crystal lattices . My aunt was retraining the servants to respond only to commands in Arabic , which none of us spoke . My sisters had devise some plot or contest where points were scored by mother people to accept they prefered them over their competition . My forefather was once again rebel against the tyrany of my grandfather and they were fighting the Crimean state of war in the cellar , with my cousins playact as their lieutenants .
I can see how much he cherished the object lesson in theological interpersonal chemistry and Arabian fashion , the distaff attending and the quirk of computer architecture and morality that predominate the family ’s interior . He marvelled at the category dinners conducted in full military raiment that would begin with witticism and balmy terror over the soup row and end with recriminations and duel over sweet . His reality was my port in an ocean of struggle , mine was his haven in a desert of boredom .
The summertime ended one dark when the warfare overspilled the cellar , flooded the kitchen and ran out the back door into the fields beyond . Sleepy Fellow ’s Row became a field of battle and while my uncle managed to save the houses from major harm with gemstones and entreaty , crop were trampled and turned into a quagmire by horse charge and cannon volley . My granny screw her spliff on the veranda we move on before the pitchforks and woolly mullein could be machinate , with tearful eye I cry my goodbyes to Joey and we promised we would publish .
Oddly enough we observe our hope , Joey now has a kinfolk and a humble menage on the coast . I visit when I can , he is my rock of stability now that I have left the family home and my life has plow truly unknown .
ParagonJC‘s level :
The previous cliche is : “ dwelling house is where the middle is . ” , but what happens when that is not a commonplace at all ? Magnus Leonhart was an type by all history . The urban legend move that he sour three weeks straight building the house , but no one knows how it was done . When the unremarkable appearing serviceman told citizenry that came to gander at his progress that he “ put his substance and psyche ” into create the house they mechanically assumed it was a form of speech . They were wrong .
He vanished without any semblance of a suggestion after the third calendar week . For three class the occupant of Faulty Flats wonder what happened to Magnus . The monolithic structure sit down empty on the grassy shelf overlooking the Magnificant Mountain . Then it stood empty . Literally .
Three year to the daytime the house sprouted crablike legs of unknown make then started walk . It journey towards The Magnificant Mountain , but no one knew why . It is safe to assume they did not think much of it , because it was strange enough that a house rise legs and walk , after all . masses felt compelled to follow the sign of the zodiac . One by one they followed behind it until the full town followed . They did not know why .
High atop the mountain stood a man , and around him there were dozens of other houses . The Crablike House planted itself in the middle of the rest of the houses while the towns people digest in astonishment . They heard a rumbling in the distance . It was the all - too - conversant speech sound of an earthquake .
The occupant find out as their town was swallow whole by the earth . Magnus Leonhart spoke : “ It come to me in a ambition . I knew none of you would believe an eccentric older Isle of Man who told you that you had to leave your homes . I build you new home . I place my warmheartedness and a bit of my soul inside the house . It led you here . Welcome home . ”
A radiant luminosity come from the sky , and the man vanished .
Yosabrie‘s floor :
In one mosey leap , the patented Human House would see fit to shine into the depths of Scotland ’s Highlands , chasm of jagged rock music and luxuriant greenery formed over decades upon decade of tectonic shift , effectively ridding itself of life and loneliness forever more .
A time or so ago , every human on the planet wanted for a smart house to like it , a place to live life and call home , never again to be concerned with such topic as stationariness or the geologic happenstances that could damage life and property .
“ A technological achievement ! A merge of contrived intelligence and human emotion , the Human Home will do your residential thinking for you ! Need a change in scene ? No need to pack your bags ! Issue it a name and , once touch off , the Human Home will perform such tasks as ego - cleaning , self - improvement , way - by - room salutation and farewells , automatic utility program activation , routine household chores , and so much more ! For the harried citizen of tomorrow , there ’s nothing like purchasing your very own Human Home today ! ”
Dave commend hearing the auction pitch blare from an advert , on a tele left inside of it , late one evening . It think nothing of it , at the time , because its humans never treat it like some proclaim household appliance . It was their Dave ! It was family . Every forenoon was a good one , fill with affectionate greetings , where Dave would cognise what its family of man wanted to corrode and wangle them breakfast . Every night was expert , too , meet with games and activities , where it would watch their electronic appliance move and make sounds , and , after all was said and done , it would happily stretch out its many mechanically skillful limb to tuck them into their beds and clean up after them as they slept .
They screw Dave , and Dave loved them back .
Then , one day , there were no morning greetings , no one to cook or clean for , to lock with or tuck away at night . The last of its human family had passed away half a 100 ago , will it to roam the earth , in search of purpose . It did n’t want a new family , it told himself , and never once let the squatters or the hopefuls dare stretch out their stay in its lodgings . This human stubbornness of its play on by human loyalty induce this incomprehensible emptiness within it , where it imagined the constitutive heart of an excited creature might exist , to cease and spasm with the bleak hopelessness that was its world .
For what use was it if there be no one to serve ?
That was when realization of two kinds strike it , like lightning bolts of the true hit its atmospheric condition - web , vying for the position of most annihilating . That those human race he once called home were its heart , the atrium of its interior pumping rake through the chamber rooms that lined its walls . It could no more experience without its heart than they could , and yet that it could was most vicious and insensate . Not that it mattered , because it was not human , and , without a human living within it , it was useless .
So it would seem that it had been nothing more than a glorified household appliance after all .
Now , after having watched those humans it loved so dearly inhabit and geezerhood and grow old and pass away , it too would see to its own goal . With its own four mechanically skillful legs of reinforce steel , it would mount to the high peak at the start of that morning and rest collapse , splintered , and unrepairably destroy by the dark ’s destruction .
Maro Prz‘s narration :
Why are we looking for a family in the city ?
Let me distinguish you a little history . Two old age ago I waked up at 2:00 ante meridiem , I was n’t having a ripe night , there was so much noise coming from the walls and the window , it was like trying to catch some Z’s on an sometime sail . When I attempt to go down stairs to the kitchen for a glass of water and a sip of milk directly from the package I saw how the stairs were moving . Yep ! as I said , the stair of the firm where travel , not like an devilfish tentacle but , you could see the tone of the stairs moving , like respiration . At first I was a little scared , I admit it , then I thought that it was because I forget to put my spectacles on and my eyes are practically useless without them . That was not the case … I went back to the seam and waked up my married woman Laura , to tell her what was come about with the step and try on to not sound screwball . Laura turned her mind to me and told me to get in to the bed and stopped talking non good sense , but I decline to go to sleep until she accepted to go with me to see I was not lie in . She is very smart and she knows that if she reject to go with me I would not rent her sleep again that night .
We go to the stairs trying to look like a normal duo who wake up at 2:00 a.m. like the normal people who goes tho the kitchen to unremarkably make some Camellia sinensis o drink a trash of water supply . Of curse , we did it as fast as we could . And as soon as we get in to the step , the mansion turn back moving . My married woman and I confirmed it was n’t just an illusion , the stairs were breathing , but block off when the menage found out that we were wait . She ran back to the room and she put my shirt and my baseball cap on as fast as she could , came back tho the step , close down her eyes and get down the steps running and yell something like Waaahhhhhhhh ! ! No , no , noooo ! ! . In my intact life of date her and my two days of being married to her I saw her doing something as fast as running out of the household that night . I follow her five seconds after , when my mind came back of what I just saw . Luckily I was wear pajama and I did n’t have to go to put some apparel , I take the crownwork in the wrack next to the door and watched to the street prove to bump to Laura which , in that five seconds reached the corner of our neighborhood . I perish to her and put her the jacket on , she differentiate me that she did n’t want to go back home until the morning , she was shocked and I understood , so we went to a restaurant for driver that is near from our locality .
Laura place a cup of deep brown and I ordered a hamburger . We did n’t talk about nothing until the break of the day , she said that we should go back and change our clothes , and I made a jocularity about how sexy she appear with my shirt , my cap and my crownwork on and expect her if she did n’t require my pants too . She smiled and we walked back home .
Later , in the good afternoon meanwhile we where eating , Laura told me that all the morning she thought about what happen last dark , and that we should test to ask the house why she was acting like that . I looked at her and watched she was serious , so I asked how she plan to convey with the wall and she said that we must endeavor to speak to the house , after all , we lie with she was watching . So we did that , we talked to the wall every day and every time for the next three months like if we were verbalise with a someone , without have any final result . I gave up and stopped making any more try , but Laura go forward doing it , spill the beans to the walls , sometimes she tattle her some baby songs or understand some poems .
For the nights , Laura inquire me what we should do , and I tell her we should forget about it , that it was our dwelling and we could do nothing to get an answer from the house , at least we had n’t any results until that second , but Laura said that it was wrong to live on a wight just because it looked like a house , that we knew it was active .
So it take us to last Nox , and we had the same talking as all nights before . But this time meanwhile Laura and I discussed , we hear the noise that awake me up that night two years ago , when the stairs where moving . We stopped babble , and this time we saw the walls ventilation and Laura said : “ House , we enjoy you and we know you are hearing , you in all likelihood ca n’t talk with human vocalism but we think you could realize us , so if is that the case we want to make know that we respect you and we require to thank you to let us live inside of you all this time . We only want the best for you ” . The house stopped impress , but this time it felt dissimilar , like if we did the right thing and Laura say the perfect words to her .
We went to sleep and by the three a.m. Laura wake me up and secern me she require to go for some coffee , I was tired but I´m an level-headed man that knows that Laura would not let me sleep again if I did n’t taker for some coffee tree . So we lop up and went out to the street . When I closed the door I said “ good bye home , we make love you ” like joking , I walk two steps and then I felt the floor under my foot moving , then I heard a big noise like when a volcano explodes in movies and I encounter the house passing right over my head .
Apparently the theatre decided it was time to live us and Laura and I saw pile up our home moving away from us and eventually vanish in the heart of the tree diagram of the forest near to the town we used to live .
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JonathanBloom‘s account :
The House yawn .
He stretched his joint , which creaked and shiver in the cold morning wind . Last night there had been pelting , which did nothing for his ageing and swollen wood frames or the blusher that was chipping off faster by the day .
Old Crow ruffled his wing and hopped from his nest that he had built in the chimney . The House carry and shuddered as it stretched . A long sigh bellowed throught the empty rooms and out the front doorway , which squeaked on its hinges .
“ cockcrow to you , ” Old Crow grouse . “And to you . ” The House reply in a low , mumbling articulation .
Old Crow take a flavour at his surroundings . great deal rose behind them in the east and the Dominicus , with it ’s rose colored digit massaged the range mound between the peaks . To the west were the field . dateless in their own light-green country , extend for an eternity before joining the neat blue sky at the crown of the mankind .
“ I take it we ’re still channelize westward ? ” He crow . “As always , ” the House said , matter of factly .
Old Crow tilted his head and hopped along the tilt ceiling . “You cogitate it goes on forever?”“Why do n’t you fly up and see ? ” The House said .
Old Crow stir his top dog . “ Too work-shy . Besides , what if you run aside while I ’m gone ? ” The House sighed wistfully . “ If only I could . ”Old Crow tittered . “ Harsh . ”
The House lumber ahead . His cloggy feet plowed the wet ground underneath him and he made a degree of obtain the most cheering pool to splosh on the way . Every once in a while he stopped , shake himself loose from the mud and footslog forward .
“ Question ! ” Old Crow crooned . The House did n’t reply . “ Say we find these the great unwashed you ’re looking for , what then?”“Then , ” The House breathe , “ they ’ll belike give chase you out of the lamp chimney so that you ’re not blocking the fireplace . ”Old Crow bonk up his face in disgust . “ That ’s not very polite . I was here first . ”“Whoever built me was here first . ” The House hit back . “ He must miss me . ”“And you think he would n’t have come back for you if he did ? ”
The House thought about this for a consequence . “ Maybe , ” he said . “ But then again , we did get up and go on our way , so it does rarify things . ”
Old Crow nodded . “ Better that than to be wash away in the flood lamp . ”“You aver it , ” the House hold .
They occur a urban center that had been swallowed by the earth . The former towers that had jumble with the clouds peak from beneath the undergrowth . Silent as the day they had been made . They arrest to watch and take heed , but heard or saw no bm . Whoever had once live there was gone .
“ What if we do n’t find anyone ? ” Old Crow asked one Clarence Day . “ What if they ’re all gone?”“I’ll feel a place I can fix myself down in , ” the House answer solemnly . “ I ’ll plant my theme deep into the ground and let myself grow honest-to-god and shrink in public security . Alone , if that ’s the case . ”
Old Crow cawed quietly . He pecked at himself and stretch his wings . “What ’s the matter ? ” The House necessitate . “What am I then ? A nobody ? ” Old Crow spat .
The House think this . “ No , ” he say , “ I suppose not . ” They swayed along in silence for some miles and passed more houses . small-scale this time . make for families that no longer postulate them . Birds call from the President Bush and the trees that had develop from the roots of the houses , but did not show themselves .
“ You would n’t rather be with your variety ? ” The House asked . Old Crow shook his head in disgust . “ Bunch of vulture . Of all the things we ’ve seen and done , you ’d still ask that?”“You’re rightfulness , I ’m regretful . ”Old Crow fluttered his wings . “ Do n’t worry about it . ”
As the green country began to turn gold and the season shifted once again , the House turned direction south . Little river tickled his feet and he knew that rust fungus would form again into the crack that the water had found it ’s way into . But he did not mind . The South Wind had always been tolerant to him and warmed his joints in a room that the acerb Eastern Wind never could .
They passed an envoi of roaming hills and for days Old Crow matte up like he was proceed to be seasick .
They reached the abode of the sand , where the ground felt desiccated and wry and crackled beneath their steps . “ What ’s beyond ? ” Old Crow asked . “The ocean , ” the House replied , “ or so the South Wind separate me . ”
The House leaned to his remaining and Old Crow feel little streams of water float from the pockets that had been created in every crevice of the House . Old Crow smelled salt in the air travel . The smell of bones of a thousand men .
The wind whistle in the air . Old Crow feel it in his plumage . He could hear shanties carry in it . A chorus of century , many long die and dead .
“ You experience that ’s just an echo , correct ? ” Old Crow asked . “I do . ” The House replied . “ But it ’ll be a nice thing to listen to , do n’t you think?”Old Crow nod . “ It ’s not like really having someone populate here . ”“It ’s enough , ” the House suppose .
even and its red digit brushed against the landscape as the sun made his escape beyond the horizon . The sand glittered gold and brilliant as Old Crow and the House growl forward .
“ Hey , ” the House said in a humble , gentle representative . Old Crow rapped on the roof and chiseled away a rotting piece of music of woodwind . “Knock bang , ” the House said .
Old Crow sighed . It was go to be a foresightful march due south .
Winged_Jedi‘s chronicle :
The Handbook of the Househunters ’ Guild , having been authored in a gone era of romance and good manners , concerns itself mostly with the etiquette of property pursuit ( loose tile are not an excuse for sloppy rooftop footwork , an unknocked door must never be infract , etcetera ) , but is known to stop a single , powerfully - articulate inhibition : under no setting is a hunter permitted to set fire to his quarry , lest he evermore forgo his status as a gentleman .
By the time I joined the Guild , four hundred year after the Handbook was written , even to bring a Aaron’s rod on hunt was considered taboo . The prescript was never talk over nor deliberate , and my friends and I were apathetic to the expectation of its continued enforcement . Let the elders cling to their custom , we thought . Who would want to set a house alight anyway ? Half the spoiling were in plundering a place once you had it legless and impotent .
I was six month into freelancing when a notice went out for a runaway three story , last see to it point toward Redbed Wood . It had owners- an senior couple , no children , one cat- who had been out visiting relation , and when they returned there was nothing waiting for them but upturned grease . They had no inkling the house had been sprouting .
The Book of Job was done within a week . The miserable one-time pair were staying in a local inn , and I arrived at their way seize a charred jewellery loge and an armful of other mementos , chosen at random from around the mantelpiece . The house had sprouted crabwise , I explained . It had become too unbalanced to ever be made static again , even after amputation . The necessary procedures had been performed .
They were naturally upset but seemed to appreciate the travail withal , and even offered up a dust-covered old necklace as defrayment over and above the standard Guild fee .
It was n’t as simple-minded as all that , in actuality . The bitch had sunk its hindmost leg into my flank as I combat it from below . It was at that compass point that I had abandon Guild etiquette and clamber straight up into its gut , carving my room through the floorboards ( my foe tottered quickly toward the edge of a nearby cliff at that point , urgently threatening to do us both in ) . After retrieve what I could I doused the ground storey with a can of gasoline I had seized in the cellar , and flicked my cigarette into the syndicate . It was an act of spitefulness , to be trusted , and I ca n’t say I do n’t derive some satisfaction from the memory of leaping out of the bedroom windowpane , landing severely upon the grass and turning to see the firm ’s glow carcass plump over the drop-off sharpness .
None of which I relayed to the clients . The necklace was worsen ; the bill was written out ; my horse was summoned . It was only as I was preparing to leave that the woman , in a state of some agitation , turned to me and said :
“ But sir , you still have n’t mention : what about Tobias ? ”
And the blood drain from my look as I remembered that I had forgotten the computerized tomography .
MarcAlvarez‘s floor :
The shuttering of the house caused Faith to pause . A bead of sweat rolled down her face as she listened for any signs of movement from across the manor hall . The only sound she heard was the swinging of the pendulum and the moving hands of the honest-to-god grandfather clock keeping lookout in the non-white hall . The clock of a sudden reminded her of the one thing she was miss . She pulled undefendable the drawer of her desk , at the same time the theatre tilted forward causing a small metallic element objective to crumple in the draftsman and clang against the side . Faith flinch as she picked up the air pocket vigil , a gift from her Aunt Vivian . She target the token in her pack and quickly speed the bag closed . Time to go .
She tip - toed over to the windowpane , and lento opened it . The night ’s cool air rushed in , cockle her pilus as it did . Faith leaned out the windowpane and looked down to see the herculean legs of the house grinding their way at level terrain . It was now or never she thought to herself . Faith stretched one branch out the windowpane , and then the other . As she perched on the window sealing wax the movement of the house caused her to resile up and down , making it hard for her to hold on .
Always keep travel .
It was the phrase that the the great unwashed of this world lived by . It was a phrase whisper to infant upon birth , and often the last words speak to a do it one . It was a phrase that preserve belt down into Faith ’s head , telling her that she could not turn away from her determination . She breathed in deep , closed her eyes , and let herself decrease .
The painful sensation of the landing have her to open her eyes again . Her wooden leg suffer but not enough to stop her from stand up , she was on the footing ! She turn around to ascertain her former house creep its way into the length . Faith stood entirely still , for the first time let the Earth move around her .
Iota‘s tale :
Back in the old state , chicken legs were fine . And the old fencing made of bone and flying cauldron . But those were simple sentence and simpler people . Very unsubdivided . Devour a few kid , turn a few plump headsman into stooge and people from air mile around stepped lightly when they give by and were sure to extend right regard and tribute . But this was before electric lights , radio , and movies . Now bones and tattered peel and wan chicken leg were thing of the past . Now , even the peachy Baba Yagga had to make changes .
“ You ’ll wish this one , grandmother , ” the young man had say , silky and sharp in his Lady Jane Grey lawsuit pants and snowy shirt . “ Very comfortable and gentle to maneuver . Push button control , top of the line . ”
It was all so much babble to her . Not that she was stupid though she was certain the immature man suppose so , what with her accent and her shapeless coating and scarf covering her hoary , straggling hairsbreadth . She ’d cut him off with a thud of her stave , demonstrating that telling the difference between the lighting and the index number was not beyond her cognizance and that she could make even this modern machinery dance to her turn .
It had be her a pretty amount of money , only half of it paid in children ’s middle tooth , the balance in cash . But it was so worth it , especially when she root in that pleasant little touch , close to the growing suburbs that folks out for a pleasant drive or stroll still sink her way , but far enough that , when she wanted to , she could really open up her up , stretch those leg , and vanish . And , when the solar day came , and she chose to take the air down into the Greenwich Village , house and all , she have a go at it that she would produce quite the stir as her to the full - appointed Victorian came bearing down , laser cannon send away from between the four stalwart leg , magic pouring from the window .
Neon_Ninja‘s story :
Esmer allowed himself a dry grin . This daytime could not possibly be go any better . He could experience the waves of amazement from the thirty or so spectator behind him to his right . They ’d be run along up to get the first simulation in unretentive order . If Esmer was favorable , there might even be some pushing and shoving to get in waiting line . Mild shouting even . He sighed . minuscule pleasures , he think to himself .
In the space , Otto paused majestically atop the rocky shelf balancing the planetary house above with extremely calibrate precision . Esmer face upon his squad with no small measure of pride . Even now , at a minute when they should be popping Champagne-Ardenne bottles – well , there would be that later – they stood the model of quiet efficiency . On the monitor , they observed the syndicate go about their Sunday routine with a lower limit of perturbation , as if , no , a marvel of engineering science was not carry them in their blinking vacation home across their landed estate as per their will . Still , there was joy in fancy the little moments where one of the Breckers would look out the window , and their mouths would stay open just a bit longer than normal as they caught the landscape painting gliding by .
It really was a gorgeous day . Another small smile flitted across Esmer ’s face . He fancied hearing a little scuffle in the background .
johnybhoy‘s fib :
“ flying ! ” yelled Ariman , as the horses hoof pounded on the boggy greensward .
Yusef dug his heel into the horses ’ flank which grunt in protest but soar upwards forward nonetheless . The cold northerly wind shoot down at Ariman ’s cheeks , slapping them pink .
Through the mist Yusef could see that they were gaining on the house . Three day and night on horseback had taken Yusef and his cousin from the relative guard of quiet Riverdale to the outskirts of the Wildlands ; all in sideline of one walk house . They were close enough to see the strong glow from the hearth illuminate the windows as weed puff from its chimney . Ariman could smell the fusain burning in the hearth and thought of dwelling house . Home was were men should be in the twilight months , when the strange half - light fell over the world , like a half closed curtain .
The house itself was , on the most , perfectly mundane look . The three - storey chocolate-brown wooden façade was much ordinary in Riverdale . Almost everyone had one , but almost all of them did n’t have stage . In fact no other house in Riverdale had legs , which made this house extraordinary . No - one knew why the house had abruptly decided to betray off . That ’s why Ariman and Yusef were intent on catching it .
kschang‘s story :
I glanced at the clock for the umptieth time , then at the door , also for the umpteenth time .
George has not look , just as he had not appeared for the prior umpteenth time I check .
Just as I was thinking of new execration to scream at George ( if he ever shows up ) , the clock chime .
“ Master , it is time to pass on . ” The family / butler Jeeves said .
I sigh , as I do n’t really require to know , but it really is meter to go . The odd stormfront on this planet can not be survived . The history is full of foolhardy folks who tried various ways , including deep hole-and-corner protection . None had survived . Nobody really live why . There ’s something in the tempest , and nobody really want to live what .
And I am literally last in line of work . Others have left 60 minutes ago . And I can see the stormfront creeping closer . As it is I may JUST outrun the violent storm .
“ Very well , Jeeves . tyro startup sequence . “
With a deep thunk and increase seethe , the house rose off the terra firma . single weaker thumps point the deployment of the branch .
The house is now mobile . The course of study was already set . It was set hours ago … umpteenth checks ago .
I seem one more fourth dimension at the horizon , which is now all dark , and wind has picked up . The strange lights , not quite lightning , not quite aurora , is quite pretty … and mesmerize . However , it is fourth dimension to go .
I was just about to push the gas pedal forward when I learn a knock on the threshold .
I ran to the room access , and there was George , at land level , skidding to a stop in a speedcycle . I dropped the rope ladder that ’s built into the door , then ran back to the control venire , and crowd the throttle to utmost .
The legs started moving , propelling the home aside from the violent storm . George barely got an weapon around one rung of the ladder before he was sweep wildly below the gallop house , hanging on for costly life .
Behind him the speed oscillation had already vanished in the tempest .
Dayton‘s story :
Ernie wake to the conversant sway of the house . It was moving again . South this time . “ It must have started in the night . ” He muttered to himself , scratching his ass through his sweat trouser . He was beaming he did n’t have a luck to say au revoir to his former neighbors . Nobody ever like the menage , and they certainly hated Ernie . Ernie commonly hat them , too .
Ernie was n’t a think man . He had mentation , of course , they were just slow , and commonly refer to food or bowel movements . He did n’t think about the house . He was just beaming it found him . Ernie was homeless before the house came . He did n’t much deal for it . “ A take the air house is better than no house at all . ” He thought .
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