Once upon a time in a kingdom of fabric, soft places to lay upon and guitars woven into a magical tapestry of sorts lived King Anderson. The King had 3 rules: 1. The common people aka the mom shall build and maintain the fort. 2. The fort shall encompass the entire play room. 3. “No” is not a sufficient answer. And so King Anderson ruled the kingdom every day and night. He is just 4 but wise beyond his years in his mind. His guitars pronounced buitars are the finishing touches to this vast kingdom.

In this kingdom, only your time and imagination are required. Musical talent is not required. Bring your best intentions and leave your cares at the door. There are 3 entries into the fort. Each one is designed with the utmost care and comfort.

The sounds of his drums can be heard from as far as the S curve in the land, once known as Shortleaf and onto Highway 80.

There is no greater kingdom or fort in all the land. Hail King Anderson. Long live pillow and blanket Forts. May his most loyal subject, mom, be remembered for her bravery and fortitude in building such a fort and kingdom.