Tiny Scribbles

A little wild friend

Her curly, brown hair flowed down her shoulders. Just a little vest and a pair of laced shorts covered her tiny body. She loved to be adventurous, without elder relatives around, because normally relatives used to surround her with extra care, which seemed like an unwanted barrier to her. The little girl hated the word "don't", which seldom left her side.


Glittering little white rocks covered the ground. The summer sun made the grass shine. Pretty wild flowers peeped through the greens. Butterflies fluttered nearby, she skipped in the garden, overwhelmed with joy. Her pale skin already started to get a tan, thanks to the excess running in the sunlight.

She was carrying a brown little watering flask in her hands, all geared to feed her little green friends, as she called the plants in the garden.

A number of huge, ugly rocks laid around the way. The little girl hated these. "These are the naughty ones", she used to say.


"Help! Please help me." A feeble, yet sharp cry startled her. It came from beneath the rocks. She lifted the rock which imprisoned a tiny green frog.

"Thank you", replied the frog, in it's shrieking, yet feeble tone.

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