My Poor Igloo House

I thought that i'd be fine opening that bottle of moonshine but much to my surprise there was a fire inside my poor house my igloo house now aflame it's a shame the melting pain the crushing weight of having to rebuild a home in snow is a cold venture when you're all alone and I know, yes I know it may seem ridiculous but I loved that igloo and in its crafting I was meticulous the ice sculptures gone the zen garden molten the only saving grace is that I was certain I'd be able to salvage some of what remained my poor igloo house made out of a ice block wouldn't be fit for a mouse now that it was the size of a sock my poor igloo house now melted was she now quiet as a mouse the fire died down for me [end]