Once upon a time, there was a farmer by the name of Jean who lived near by the woods. One day, during the winter, while he was out getting some fire wood he found a little girl. A girl whose skin was as pure as snow, with lips that were a natural dark red. I dare say that the young girl had a hint of feminine charm.( I said only a hint mind you for I am not a pervert.) Oh, and how beautiful and bouncy her wavy locks of blonde hair was. Yet, the most fascinating part about her was her eyes. Yes her eyes. Not only were they a pure sky blue but they seemed traumatized. Not only that that but her eyes were empty. For if you stared into her pupils long you could almost feel the very pain of her past...
Jean, who was only now just a foot away from the girl, asked her if he could help her find her family. The girl, still slightly conscious of the farmer, answered back politely" Who is a parent? No, who am I?" Now I believe you guys should know for future reference that Jean is dumb. That means folks, that he knows this is anisa and a bad case of it too. So after five minutes of silence, Jean knew exactly what to do after running many cases in his head.
"First of all, little miss, you can call me Jean."
"Ok Jean, Sir. Do you know what my name is, its making me sad not having one...please," The poor thing was so sad that she as she stood there crying, jean could have sworn he had heard and avalanche on the other side of the mountain.
"MaryBeth or Marabith?"
"Huh?" Asked the girl as she slowly stopped crying.
"MaryBeth or Merabith? Come on you want a name don't you and these are the best names I can think of."
"Mar...."
"Merabith it is now lets go before you die in the freezing snow!" He quickly scooped up Merabith up and carried her piggy-back style, with his fire wood inside his bag. Then he dashed out of the woods and into his house in less than 6 minutes, despite living 2 miles away from the place in the woods they were...
"Thank you, Jean. You're so very kind but I don't need your help and..."
"Are you kidding, Mer!? You would have died of frostbite back there. Besides, though I may live in a log cabin in the country I am a very rich farmer. So I can take care of you."
"Thank you," Replied Mer with a huge gine now implanted on her face.
