The Cabin on the Mountain
Up on a mountain lie a house buried in the snow. It’s brown shingles creak in the wind. But the fire roars in the pearl white snow.
In the little cabin, lives a little girl named Mary. She is no bigger than 7 or smaller than 4. She has been laying on the wood floor for 3 days waiting for her grandfather.
The big door finally swings open and her grandfather is there with a large grin on his face.
“Lets go,” he says.
The little girl puts on her coat and shoes and says goodbye to the little cottage. She has lived there all her life.
Her grandfather leads her to a small plane in a clearing of the forest.
She and her grandfather climb in.
“In 10 hours, I will be in Florida,” says Mary to herself.
And right she is, because, in 10 hours, they are laying on the white sand of Florida.