Old Man Acorn

Turning down a short, friendly looking street, you pass by several brightly colored houses with fresh green grass, but then you notice something strange.
You come upon a small cottage at the end of the road that looks almost abandoned were it not for the faint yellow light gleaming through the moth-eaten curtains.
Glancing at the KEEP OFF ME LAWN warning slopped onto a wooden sign in bright red paint, you wonder why it is worth protecting. The yard is small and unkempt, a few patches of yellowed grass popping up here and there, consisting mostly of dirt and weeds.
When you reach the door, you notice the purple, threadbare mat with the word WELCOME faintly etched into it. This feels strangely out-of-place compared to the aggressive looking sign by the mailbox.
You lightly tap on the old, wooden door, and when no one answers, you peek through the dusty window. A shadow slips past it, then all of a sudden the door is flung open.
DID YE NOT SEE ME SIGN??? GET OFF ME LAW-- The old Meerca pauses, the anger on his face instantly changes to suspicion as he looks you up and down. Who're you?
He waits, a scowl on his face, and you answer.
Yes, yes, of course. I've been expecting you. Why don't yer come on in and make yerself at home?
You hesitate as the wrinkly old fellow turns and shuffles back into the decrepit house in his fuzzy pink slippers.
As if he sees your glance, he gives you a glare and says, What? They're comfortable!
So, you quietly follow and close the squealing door behind you.
Would ye like some tea? He asks, lighting the stove in the dirty old kitchen. This is quite a tale, dear, and ye might become a wee parched.


(Thanks for the button, Jacinta! :3)

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