You crouch down low in the grass, just in case the owners are
unfriendly. You start having second thoughts about spending the night
here. Just then...
By the time you get to the cottage, the sun has gone to bed and the
stars are peeking at you from the dark sky above. When you get close
to the cottage you realize that it is inhabited. With a raucous
laughter a mug crashes through a nearby window, proving your theory.