"Her hair flickered thru the wind as it picked up speed, faster and faster, until her hair became a whirlwind of gingers snap cookie bits flying about."
Her mother was a very good baker.
She had baked her daughter, having always wanted but never being able to, a cake for her friend's picnic party.
That afternoon after Gabrielle took the cake and placed it carefully in the basket, she waved goodbye and walked away from the window as her daughter traipsed along the hidden paths and trails to the pigs.
The pigs were friends with the savages, unfortunately this was a time period of civil unrest. People called each other names, and oh - it was all so petty. The pigs called the pugs 'drool', The savages called the monkeys, 'loud' - and that wasn't even the worst part.
