there is a wooden house somewhere

There is a wooden house somewhere. It could be lost in the fields, or in a forest, or in the outskirts of a big city, but the point is that there is a house, and that it is made out of tree-trunks, or matches, or tiny little toothpicks, and that when the wind blows and you’re inside it feels like it will fall apart because it is huge, or not big at all - depends on what you fancy - just a dorm room, or a condo, or an entire McMansion, furnished or unfurnished, new or old, full of people or abandoned or lonely, just lonely, just wooden, just a house, up to you. It is all up to you.