Chapter 4: Steve Finishes Building His Home
In the morning, Steve was awoken by some kind of noise. With a mixed feeling of fear and curiosity, he opened the door and stepped outside. An animal was running around him, making noises that strongly resembled oinking. For the sake of safety, Steve took his pickaxe from the chest and came closer to inspect the creature. Once he got close enough to the creature to get a good look at it, he realized that it was just an ordinary pig. He threw his pickaxe away to the side and started trying to catch the pig with his bare hands.
After a brief chase, he drove the pig into the pit near his house. “Fine, to hell with it; I’ll think of something later,” he thought, and with this thought in mind he picked up his pickaxe and went home. Once inside, he immediately took his axe out of the chest and went to the forest to gather some wood. After getting just enough for the construction of the house’s roof, he was going to go haul the logs back home, when suddenly he saw some more animals. There were four of them, all of them fluffy, with white fur. They were walking around the trees peacefully and, from time to time, they would cast a glance at Steve with their little black eyes.
Having realized that he had nothing to be afraid of, Steve came closer to them and found out that they were sheep. Their fur was so fluffy and soft that he wanted to cut it off and use it for his bed. A floor wasn’t very comfortable for sleep, after all. But in order to cut off the fur, he needed something sharp. Not having found anything sharp on his person, Steve decided to leave all the convenient things, like a bed, for later, and after returning home, he started constructing a roof. First, he made steps out of wood, using his workbench – he wanted his roof to be triangular. Having made many steps this way, Steve decided that it would be enough, and started assembling a wooden ladder out of sticks so that he could get to the top of the house. After finishing it and attaching it to the wall, he climbed to the top and started building the roof. One carefully put wooden step after another and his attic rooftop was growing rapidly. Now that the house was finished, the only thing left to do was decorate it, and surely it would feel like the nicest and coziest place in the world; the perfect place to live. Steve fired up the furnace and threw some sand blocks in there. Having melted them into glass, he put it into the window openings.