Long ago, in a place far north of here, a lonely girl wandered hoping for a better life. She wasn’t any older than ten years, yet she still wandered alone. People stared, snickered and whispered while she walked past. The whole town knew she had no one to take care of her, however not one person sat and helped with her problems. She usually settled under the huge willow tree stood in the middle of town, although today she sat below the oak tree near Mrs Benson’s Garden. What was she doing there? She stared to the left to see…
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