He wanted to collect some "trash" to make his house.
G was dubious. She'd never heard of a "trash house."
"But I showed you the plans!" he insisted.
Yes, he did. A blueprint...of sorts.
And so, G collected trash for him...
And then G took matters into her own hands and covered a cardboard box with poster paper and cut out a front door.
OK, that worked...and then Dunc took a magic marker and drew lots and lots and lots and lots of windows all over it.
And they lived happily ever after.
Behold, children are a gift of the Lord. Psalm 127:3