There was a young girl, short, soft, with curly brown hair and a bag full of moss and colorful rocks. She lived with her father and brother in a cabin deep out in the woods, away from the noise of a puppet's gray smog filled city, in a peaceful haven where all creatures could frolick. She longed for adventure, longed to be wild and run with the tigers, yet her old father dear, was not all that willing, to see his little girl get lost in a sea of dilly dally.
So indoors she'd stay, full days and all nights and years passed that way. Until one spring morning, a time when fairies leave dew on the grass, there was a soft sound from afar, in the mountain's pass. A young girl no more, her hair in a long braid and body now dawning a womanly shape, her ears perked up, her heart skipped a beat... that sound... no, that voice is calling for me!
A dash out of the bedroom, a flash down the stairs, a quick grab of shoes, jacket and her bag full of moss and colorful rocks; she opened the door and didn't look back!
-Aparoksha