The day was slowly fading away, and the night was gradually crawling up in its place. The full moon had risen in the sky, and the stars were starting to show.
Bats were out and about the place, and owls had taken over as watchmen of the night. The mockingbirds were drawn by the beauty and magnificence of the enamoring moon, and their songs echoed in the air.
The killdeer birds going around, looking for little insects to feed on. Somewhere in the same woods were little squirrels scavenging for leaves and tree barks to eat, and another place was possums searching for insects and snails to fill its stomach.
And as they searched for their food, the foxes were also hunting for something to eat. It was a circle of life all around the place.
And at the centre of that circle sat an onion-shaped cottage, and inside that cottage, was a lit-up fireplace. The crackling sound of fire eating up the woods resounded in the house.
