A short expression of adoration for the word “cosy”.

From time to time we all revert back to how we were.

By Debbie Macomber.

Sweet little story.

About the coldness at winter but meanwhile sitting at home beside the cost fireplace.

Suddenly light streamed into the cave and there was screaming and shouting as a green blur suddenly invaded the cave totally startling Tsado out of his wits, he looked squarely at the blur, as it seemed to look at him, and he screamed and ran around the cave trying to distance himself from it.

One old man, his freedom or his safety, his boat or a home for old people.