The tiny red cabin in the woods was relieved that its inhabitants had decided to go in to town for the evening. Restless people are not very relaxing, and nothing irked the cabin more than having people inside it who did not appreciate the solitude that it offered. Now that they were gone, the little cabin could relax and go back to its happy go lucky, cabiny ways.
And yet, a strange sense of foreboding still haunted the cabin. It had survived many rough winters in the woods, put up with noisy little children and snoring adults and even survived a freak rainshower of poopie snakes mixed with monkey chow. But something about this foreboding feeling was different. A warm wind blew in from behind, bringing with it a piquant stink of curious and exceptionally malodorous quality and consistency, accompanied by a low, almost imperceptible gurgling noise.
Hmmmmmmmm, the tiny red cabin in the woods thought, hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
O bother, the little cabin decided. I see no need to worry about things I can only smell and hear and cannot see. I have stood here for many years now. And I will stand for many more. :)