There was a girl named Britainy Lee who was 16. She wore a pink dress today with little white dots all over it and white pants underneath with white boots and a white hat.
She liked to walk along the stream where she lived and pick flowers and take them back to her own little cottage. Her parents lived somewhere else.
There was a wonderful man there who was 22 whose name was Bryan Smith. Other people abounded. In fact, people were in mixed families. Britainy was just mature.
So, she went to sit on the bank with the other girl who were observing the flowers and taking in the atmosphere. A girl came to her who was 14 in a yellow dress. They talked awhile, and it was a sweet exchange.
There was to be a journey. All the girls were totally transformed, and the boys went along their merry way to make it a merry day. Actually, they were waiting at night. Some of the girls were playing, like London Bridges and dancing, like in class every day. Some of the younger ones actually were sitting down huddled to themselves. Britainy approached them and talked to them. They smiled, and she then found them to be very happy.
The night was so dark and intense, and stars were beautiful. It was actually rather warm, and it was very romantic to be there. It was so magical in her mind, all the sites she took in. She looked at the younger girls playing London Bridges. They ran off and were talking and had fantasies, apparently. She felt almost as if she were singing. How glorious it was to think of singing in the big beautiful cathedral basilica made to worship the likes of God.