A Little Boy and His Problem

Once upon a time there was little boy who always wore a pair of bright blue gumboots. He had dirty blond hair that always got in the way of his bright green eyes and calloused hands from all the digging he did in his sandbox. This little boy lived on the corner of Kit road and Little Berry Lane in a square house with a pointed roof. To the little boy the tip of his house seemed to almost touch the clouds. He believed his house must be the biggest house on their block. He'd sit in his front yard and worry about birds or planes bumping into his house and possibly making a hole in his attic. He sat in the damp green grass and tapped his chin while he thought of a solution to his high house predicament.
Balloons? He could tie four balloons to each corner of his house and that would surely catch the attention of  a bird or pilot which would allow them to fly around his lovely square house.
This plan was perfect except that the little boy didn't know how to tie a knot, so the balloons would end up being carried away by the wind.
The little boy kicked a pebble across the sidewalk as he strolled around the house, looking for other possible solutions. He could always get a very tall ladder from his father's tool shed and draw a bright warning sign on the sides of his house. This plan would be swell but as the little boy went to look for his crayons he remembered his mother always gets mad at him when he draws on the walls.
The little boy decided to skip this idea as he walked past his box of crayons and into his little sister's room where she was sleeping. He watched as his baby sister peacefully slept in a bundle of blankets. This was one of the only times where his sister wasn't crying. Usually she'd be howling and screaming about not getting her way or not having enough cheerios to keep her happy. The little boy was surprised thy didn't get complaints from the neighbors about all the racket that arose form his little square house.
The little boy's eyes widened as another brilliant idea climbed into his brain. If he sat his little sister on top of the house then she would surely start to cry and her loud crying would definitely scare away all birds or planes from coming anywhere near the top of his lovely house.
He decided this plan was undeniably the best one he's has so far. So he reached his little arms into his sister's cradle and pulled her out, carefully trying not to disturb her deep sleep. The little boy began to carry his little sister out of her room when their mother walked in and stared at the little boy with wide eyes.
She pointed to the cradle with her index finger and frowned at the guilty little boy. The little boy sighed and put his sleeping sister back into her cradle and followed his mother as she marched out of the room.
After having a finger wagged in front of his face for a few minutes and a stern look from his father the little boy went back outside to sit in the grass.
He stared up at his enormous house and gave a dramatic sigh. His house cast a shadow over the small little boy, His gumboots clunked together as he thought about what else could be done. Nothing.
As the days turned into months and the months turned into years the little boy's big problem started to shrink. As the little boy grew his house seemed to shrink. It shrunk and it shrunk and it shrunk until it was the same height as all the other houses on the block. The little boy's problem was never solved until he grew older and he realized the big problem wasn't that big after all.