The early morning sun promised a clear, comfortable day ahead. Fifteen miles away, a crew of house movers lifted and transferred a tired, dusty-red cottage from its pillars onto a trailer. The Cottage awoke from a long, abandoned slumber and turned its gaze inward. Another truck gathered the porch that had been removed and set aside for moving purposes, and the cement pillars that held the house up off the ground. Followed by a pickup truck carrying mandated signage indicating a wide load ahead, they caravanned out of the driveway, trundled up the county road to the highway, turned left towards the west. It was a cool, dewy morning on Popcorn Road, like most fall days, except everyone was up a little earlier than usual. This got all the animals’ attention as they wondered what was in it for them. Breakfast earlier than usual? A walk down to the river? In the early days, as the House on Popcorn Road began to take form and awaken, it remembered in particular, a pa