This is a story about a man who lived in a house. Here it is:
The house was a lovely thatched cabin, situated in a wooded valley between two little hills, set against the spectacular scenary of a snow-capped mountain. He'd been born there, and he'd lived there all his life.
One day, there was a knock on the man's door. He opened it to find two official-looking people carrying clipboards, with serious expressions on their faces.
"Hello, sir. We are officials from the Ministry of Mountains. Sorry it took us so long.""Oh... excuse me?", the man replied, puzzled."We're very sorry we didn't get here earlier.""I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean. I wasn't expecting any...""Hmm. Let me explain. The Ministry of Mountains exists to help people who live on mountains. So, you see, we're here to...""Ask for directions to the mountain? It's about 10 miles down the ...
