Once upon a time there was a little girl. Actually, she was more of a fairy princess. Each day she would wake up as the sunshine seeped through her eye lids. She would wash her face with the morning dew and sing along with the robins and the blue birds until the gentle heat would lead her to a bed of clovers. She made a new crown of daisies and lillies every single day and danced among the dandelions, wishing for magical things like dragons and pearls and pretty unicorns that would take her up into the clouds so high that the trees below her became tiny green specs. Butterflies would chase her as she ran throughout the forest in her bare feet, stopping only for a moment to dip her toes into the cool pond before leaping from stone to stone and then climbing up into the tallest tree she could find. She would lay in a hammock of fresh leaves and talk to the owls as they hummed from there nests. At dusk, it was time to run as fast as she could back to her home - for the forest grew dark very quickly and soon she would not be able to find her way back. She would follow the fire flies back over the pond and through the trees and past her bed of clovers and dandelions into her mother's arms. With a tiny kiss on her nose she would snuggle into bed, her muddy feet peering out from the sheets and her knees painted green from the earth.