Paige
Paige is full of not so good ideas. She has so many of them that if there was a contest, she could absolutely win. When the first light of morning broke, the girl was quick to spring out of bed, set on exploring. Mother warned her to stay close, but she never was very good at following directions. Especially not directions that kept her from having fun.
So the girl wandered and wandered, climbing over fallen trees and slipping through little places in the undergrowth that only a child could wiggle through, following the sound of water. Paige jumps from stone to stone, using a stick she found to help keep her steady, unaware of any potential danger that could be lurking for her head in the shape of very hungry gourds.
So the girl wandered and wandered, climbing over fallen trees and slipping through little places in the undergrowth that only a child could wiggle through, following the sound of water. Paige jumps from stone to stone, using a stick she found to help keep her steady, unaware of any potential danger that could be lurking for her head in the shape of very hungry gourds.
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
They count me out time and time again
