Greetings from Poosey.
Someone had shrunk the house. There was no other logical explanation. I’d spent hundreds of hours of my childhood exploring the nooks and crannies of Grandma’s house, jumping on each piece of her furniture, inspecting each precious knickknack, and generally terrorizing my poor grandparents who were more than indulgent when the grandkids would come to play. I can remember going at a dead