From Preface:
Readers beware
These pages are the only two in this book written by a human like you, written by me. Because this book was written by the Little Folk for the Little Folk.
Let me explain.
One day as I was minding my own business, I stumbled upon a tiny little book, so small it could sit on my finger. Obviously I pocketed it. Nobody gives you anything for free these days, on the rare occasions you find something like this, you just have to keep it.
As it turns out, the book had been written who knows when by a fellow named Herasmo J. Hemingway, and he wasn’t exactly a human being, but a “little being”, specifically a “boggart”. If you aren’t following, it’s okay. I too understood nothing of these things before reading the tiny book. Even more so because the book was written in some strange language that was a little old English, a little modern English, and a little chestnut cake.
Herasmo and the other “littlings” are just a couple of “minimeters” tall, a unit of measure that still eludes us, and they live in a huge, abandoned House.
Scratch that, it’s a normal House, they are the ones to be tiny, but they don’t really know this, so they say the House is big. Anyway, this Herasmo was a pretty smart fellow, as he wrote this book to give everyone a chance to relive and retell the adventures lived by littlings in the House, so that their deeds could enter the annals.
This means that what you are holding isn’t just a game, but a bridge between our world and another, much smaller and much more wonderful. Thanks to the book I translated for you, we can finally learn and transcribe the story of the Household and the Little Folks that live there. And this is great.
But even more importantly, we can do this while playing a game together, becoming the protagonists of little great adventures, becoming tiny littlings.
And that’s even better.
Oh, I almost forgot: the book you’re holding now is called Household.