We were going to bulldoze the building until it asked us not to.
No one expected the voice that boomed out. It sounded like stones grating against each other. At first we looked around, trying to figure out who was playing around with the megaphone instead of working. Then the huge voice rumbled again: “Please don’t knock me down.”
“Uh… e-excuse us, sir, but–”
“Ma’am,” the building corrected us. “I’m a ma’am.”
“Excuse us, ma’am, but…” That was as close as any of us got to actually addressing the building speaking to us. The longer I looked, the more clearly I saw the stone face carved into the structure, though if I didn’t pay attention it was easy to mistake the face-like features for cracks and holes and windows.