“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