our daughter wanted a tiny house

Our daughter wanted to build a tiny house. We laughed our rears off, showering her with hoots. She had more clothes than sixteen other women. Where will she put two thousand boots? Her furniture is oversized, her closets are stuffed. A tiny house? A tiny house? We laughed and cried. I can do it, she said, her voice was stiff and gruffed. Not if you tried, we said. Not if you tried! She had it built but nothing fit, maybe her cat. So she had them redesign the front, it is nice. A cozy, warm place for her silly cat to take a rat. A tiny house? We laughed more than thrice.