Far,far away in the land of Alaska, a small and scruffy man called Nutshell,was battling with the gale force wind. When, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a small,snuggly,warm cottage. Nutshell's heart leapt with joy. So he ran as quick as he could (which wasn't ver fast because the storm.)
"My lovely nail." Nutshell said patting his pocket. When he finally got to the huge timber door towering over him,he gave it a rat a tat tat
