It was night time and Moustu was tired, he dug in his pocket and pulled out a key to his door. He stuck the key in and turned it which the lock clicked and he turned the knob opening the hard oak door. The warm air rushed out the door which welcomed Moustu into his room. The room was neat, fresh and clean and not bad for himself. Moustu walked in the room and shut the door behind him from the harsh blizzard. Moustu then walked down the hall to his room opening the door and placing his clothes on the floor and placed his hip pouch on the night stand. he then collapsed in his bed and rolled the covers over him and fell into a deep sleep.....
(Night night)