Coal for the fire, wood for the walls, Parrots falling silent, danger calls. Outline of the house, taking shape, Cobblestone walls, a fortress to make.
Baby zombies, creepers too, Surviving the night, what to do? Gathering materials, with care, Crafting the base, a home to share.
Pickaxe breaks, wooden axe in hand, Building the structure, as night expands. Placing the door, setting the bed, Another day survived, ahead.
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