“Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff, and I’m going up to the hillside to make myself fat.”

autumn on tiny house hill

A stream rushed through the mountains of long ago, far away Japan. The stream flowed past an orchard where an old gardener worked. It flowed around a little village where a mother lived with her two small sons.

and i am all alone

cabbage in the garden

new peas in the garden