Boathouse seems like too grandiose a term for this old shack. You push, and the door creaks open with difficulty, […]. Before you can examine the interior, a spider the size of a badger […], sinking its fangs into your calf. Ouch.
Boathouse seems like too grandiose a term for this […] shack. You push, and the door creaks open […]. Inside is a jumble of oars […] festooned in swathes of silken threads. You don't want to think about how many sorrow-spiders must live in here.
