There was a girl named Christine who was in a yellowish gold dress with stripes up and down it. She was 11 years old.
She lived in a huge house full of many girls and men who came in to call and slept at different places each night. They were witches mostly and warlocks/wizards. There was an angel named Sarah but no cherubs. She had a long silver robe with a rope around it that was a rich sparkling blue. She had a beautiful voice. There were no elves, hobbits, dwarves, but there were giant fairies who were thin but like Sarah had no wings. They tended to have an easy time hopping around. One favorite fairy of many was purple and her name was Ellen. She was quick on her feet and always there with a joke. She was touching and wonderful all at once!
So, they went on a dream journey that Christine wanted one day. They went to the mountains. They had caravans ready, but this was a chance to get in touch with nature and possibly learn more magic in the making. They knew how to set up camp in safe places. The trip was to last a week tops. A pack of the girls who were around 9 sang much of the way up. It was happy music from a musical.
The weather was actually warm but still exciting. It made their hair glow and sparkle in the light.
There was a lakeside, not quite like the bay at home. The girls who were 9 and 10 sat along this one. Christine came and sat with them in a white and yellow frock with a fluffy white shirt under with a big collar. Her brown hair blew in the breeze. It wasn't as light as the other girls's.
They were safe on the little "island."
"Maa maa!" one of the little girl witches called. A few witches came. She was hungry. They held her hands as she held the fishing rod to to spear a fish. They roasted and toasted and hosted and boasted. The rest of them gathered food. The men went with them to ward off any animals that may wander.
Night fell before morning came, they fell asleep playing a game, but not Christine, the fair maiden wander. She called for a guy this time down yonder. His name was Eric. He was 16. He was in green pants and a striped green and white blouse. She showed him some glitter in the water, and they didn't know what this glowing find was. She walked away from him and then turned around. She decided to go back to bed and he gave her a pat. She sat down next to the other girls who were 11 and 12.
Morning came, evening followed, the 2nd day. Now, came the time to pay. They hunted a bear and they gave it a tear. What good food was to be found there. Christine brought back some spices and had her meat like a sushi. She was not too pushy for she liked it gushy and he handled it readily for she was not mushy Mush! Mush! The dogs would all push! Christine dreamt of one day finding meat out in the cold and eating it warm and toasty with a pack to carry her far to the land of the snow, which became the place to go.
One of the girls there began to cry. Her tears were many and did not dry. As much as she comforted her, it was a wasted try. So, she said to the little girl good bye.
She took off her clothes and found a pond, a place of which she was very fond. She dipped her toes in, and her feet were not frozen. The water was cool, and it was quite a pool. She waded in and waited for a duel. She adorned herself with a wreath of of leafs. Long leaves from a tree she said was for me. She did not look naked and she was grateful. What was his name, oh yes it was Eric. He dove right in like a water ferret. She waded away and turned to say, "I did not expect to see you again, today."
"The other girls are forming a party, they are feeling good and in uniform surely."
"That is nice, to break the ice."
Christine listened longingly to what was around. She could hear distant shreaks from deep in the ground
She spent the day wading away. Eric left and then he returned. He said that the chef and made a request to come back and eat and warm her feet.
She looked at the boy and thought of her friends, why did he follow her around the bend?
The food was great, the chef's top rate.
A girl asked where Christine had been. She answered that she was with a friend. She joked and spoke about the pleasure, which could be felt by the measure. It was purely for pleasure and leisure. She took her down even at night. She helped her undress and took her flight. They felt very much like fairies. Now, Christine from a little girl long ago was set up in a pirates's boat of row. She was a pirate but tried to forget all the prejudices she had met. The girl with her held her hand and strived to be just like her friend. Finally came the purple fairy who was a bit upset quite fairly.
They trotted back and joined the pack. The little girl strength she lacked-
I think it was day 4, and it started to pour, little beads from Heaven the environment it did leaven. They made a tent, that is where they went.
Money made is money spent.
The rain cleared up, and it began to glow, a beautiful, big, nice, bright, great rainbow.
The girls who were 9 and under danced around. Christine laughed at the little clowns. Their things they all began to gather, to stay Miss Christine really did rather. For some reason things attracted them to go. They left as though it began to snow. For they were not ready for that which was heavy. The ice they liked, but they did not get yet right?
They scurried and hurried as though it had flurried.
Finally, they were back, the whole lethargic pack. It brought out of them their true desires, they fell back home as though they had been fired.
Christine missed the great outdoors, was sick of being a pirate, wanted something new to do. The other pirates still they row. The danger could only begin to grow. As the waves would toss 2 and fro. She felt like she was in the water. Of the sea she was a daughter.