Log cabin story

The cold damp path oozed through my muddy boots. Slowly I was moving towards the forest, I was getting hotter and hotter but the path was ending and getting more overgrown. It was getting more lumpy as the day went on. It was getting into the open and there I was in the forest looking around wondering where I would go. I decided to go the way where the insects and birds went. It was in the middle of nowhere but there was sun. I could see smoke about a mile away so I decided to head that way. I was beginning to smell something, it was getting stronger and muscular it smelt like food. I power walked as fast as I could and there it was, it was a log cabin. It was brown and mouldy. It had wetas everywhere but I didn't care as long as I got to eat. I opened the door...