Dancing at my Window

"They were like small rock walls held together by mud in the cracks. A sheet of bark lay over the top, tied to the corner rocks by grass blades. 'That's odd,' I said to myself. It was probably just a kid making a fun creation. On one of the walls, a rock was loose. There was no mud there to hold it together. 'Wait a minute,' I said out loud again, 'is this a house?'"