Wide the house grows, watered each day since childhood. Back then just a few feet high, but with care and cultivating it grew big enough to move into. They said prune back the side rooms so it could grow tall, but he liked the sprawl so he let it grow out rather than up
He struggled with the windows. His friends said, just pour the sand into the boles and the tree would do the rest, but they came out all sorts of different colours. None were clear.
He put plenty of scrap metal by the roots so the tree could form the door, and it was big and welcoming. But the entrance was at an awkward angle so you couldn't quite see it at first.
Still it was a very nice housetree, right in the middle of the forest, so there were always plenty of people around. He liked the hustle and bustle of the dense wooded forest.
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