this is a story about the tinyest girl ever.
her name was princess beatrix.
she was a shy girl.
wearing red shoes because she was forced to, and curly red hair on ponytail.
she'd walk barefeet up and down the corridors in her big house. not knowing what to do next. up and down up and down. she'd wait to see a frog to kiss. but there was never a frog. not even in the pond in the garden behind the house.
the house belonged to her husband the biggest man ever.
he was a nice man, at least everybody thought so.
but the tiny girl had never asked for his hand. he had arranged everythign after rescueing her from getting lost in the enchanted forrest where she was found wandering about. nobody listened when she explained that she enjoyed the forrest. that she found it peaceful and relaxing to walk through the darkness, the smell of rottening wood and damp moss. that she felt alive in there. that she wanted to live and die laying on the moss watching the sunbeams hit through the branches. watching the stars at night. bathing in one of the thousand lakes. her dream was to build a little house on top of a hill that was right in the middle of the woods. there she would feel safe. roaming around daytime. playing with the fox and the rabbit. cooking sweet roots for dinner. have a cup of tea before nighttime. read a story out loud and fall asleep. relaxed for another day with the forrest and its thousand lakes.