Mr. Cabbage was the most unusual character. Situated in the deep brush of an ancient wood, Mr. Cabbage’s cottage was anything short of a usual home. Composed of stick, straw and mud, the cottage had withstood many a winter storm, and its thick oak door creaked the scream of an aged wonder. The many autumn leaves that had fallen from the forest canopy above over the eons decomposed and created a moist, spongy floor that surrounded the leaning cottage. Vines twisted and tangled along the front, slowly creeping towards the roof like an invading army. Mr. Cabbage’s cottage was, indeed, a monument of the forest.
It was on a brisk autumn day that Mr. Cabbage’s cottage would welcome a visitor not soon forgotten. On this day, with the crisp red, orange and bronze leaves now carpeting the forest, Mr. Cabbage would find that his colorful wooden world would change forever.
Mr. Cabbage was the most unusual character. Situated in the deep brush of an ancient wood, Mr. Cabbage’s cottage was anything short of a usual home. Composed of stick, straw and mud, the cottage had withstood many a winter storm, and its thick oak door creaked the scream of an aged wonder. The many autumn leaves that had fallen from the forest canopy above over the eons decomposed and created a moist, spongy floor that surrounded the leaning cottage. Vines twisted and tangled along the front, slowly creeping towards the roof like an invading army. Mr. Cabbage’s cottage was, indeed, a monument of the forest.
It was on a brisk autumn day that Mr. Cabbage’s cottage would welcome a visitor not soon forgotten. On this day, with the crisp red, orange and bronze leaves now carpeting the forest, Mr. Cabbage would find that his colorful wooden world would change forever.