The dwarfs find me
whats that a rubbish bin I look up with my eyes wide open and the glisten of the sun shinning brightly in my eyes. Its a door a wooden door its man-maid even better. But that’s not the only thing that’s catching my eye a doorbell were have I seen it before. I open the door with fear filling my little bird brain. I step in the the creepy wooden door. I’m in a basement as I rub my fingers on the wooden walls ouch a splinter in my finger I need a band aid. I’m going home that’s it.