The Square House

Once upon a time there was a little house that looked like a square. All its sides were the same length. It was a nice house – small and yellow. It stood on the very edge of the village, not far from the woods.

There were a lot of trees in those woods, and hidden among them, if you looked very carefully, you could also spot a little shelter for animals. It was small and low down, like a tiny house on the ground, just right for rabbits. All its sides were the same and it looked like one of those little blocks that children play with. They come in red, yellow, blue, all sorts of colours and you stack them one on top of the other to make towers. Tall towers almost as high as the sky.

As it happened, there was a tower of blocks like that inside the little yellow house. Little Pip had built it. Around the room where it stood there were colourful balloons, sparkly confetti, and a large square frame with a huge number four and the words “Happy Birthday” in big letters. Pip and his mummy had made that picture together last week.

Just one more sleep and it will be my birthday! thought little Pip. Suddenly he heard a knock on the window. It had just started to rain.

“Look, Mummy, it’s raining!” Pip called as he ran over to the window. The window, which looked out onto the garden, was also square.

“Oh, we’d probably better not go outside then, Pip,” his mother called to him from the kitchen. “I tell you what, why don’t you come and join me in the kitchen, and we can finish baking these biscuits together. You can cut some…