once there was a little house on a little hill out in the country. she was happy
.she liked the peace and quiet ,the warm sun on her roof,the soft summer breeze
some people came to live in the little house. after a while there were other additions and a few panes which had to be mended.
at night the little house sometimes felt lonely and wondered what it would be like to have other houses to talk to.
she looked at the lights of the city unaware that they were coming closer and closer a city is a living thing that keeps on growing.