being the short person she was, the troubled girl often felt as though her legs were just too stout, for the speed she was initially intending to go at.
so she found herself resembling a mouse on a tredmill, forever carrying the burden of feeling like a tree stump, waiting to grow into a full grown tree.
sadly, she realized she was already halfway through her increase in height, and would be rooted to the ground with her sad mouse-like tree stump legs.
for the girl was young and a worrysome child at that, but perhaps all it will take is some patience, with her sad mouse-like tree stump legs.
or maybe some milk.
this is my legitimate life, y'all. i tried making a cute little poem thing, so here
