3 kids, a dog and a doll's house

sometimes words are a waste and inadequate. was left speechless some days ago when the Bertie kids (see 'Less is definitely more; Pune Mirror columns in this blog) made a small new 'model' hut to show me some technique they use in the village to make a water proof hut. this one was large enough for 3 kids, or 2 kids 1 dog. and they LAVISHED their love and design sense on it (the interior had even a kitchen area, a godrej cupboard from a flat long carton stood on its side, a sleeping area.) oh it was so cosy. and they were waiting to test its strength and mettle in the rains.
was left equally speechless when today it was gone, and they said that the boss-man (lackey of the owner of the land they live on on which their dad is a watchman) came to make salary payment and asked them to remove it, as it was 'kachra'. when i went to visit, it was gone, and they were part philosophical and part smouldering and part in tears. the older kids, to make the younger (chief architect) feel ok, showed me proudly how they had engineered the roof in such a way (grass, plastic layer, sticks and bamboos and bits of iron rods) that if they had to move it, it would stay in one piece. so they had laid the whole knocked-down unit neatly aside near their own home (a mere lean-to itself), and plan to put it up somewhere less visible.
i know people lose their entire homes in arbit moves, but this felt even sadder. like someone stomped on all their brio. i tried to say to myself that ultimately it is the loss of that silly man to not recognize a piece of wonderment from a kid's magical mind...but such constructs are cold comfort, no?
this is the hut. not good pics. vague camera, vaguer cameraperson and battery was dying. but still..