Who would build a house in such a jumble of rocks. Certainly not me. When I started building my dream home on this ridge, it was covered in grass and wild flowers. I thought that I had found paradise. How wrong was I.
Within a week of my starting to build, the first jagged rock arrived in the middle of the night. There after, each night another rock would turn up. I built fires and placed burning torches all around but never caught sight of my nemesis. How was I to know the land belonged to a giant ogre.