The Little Girl With No Name

 "Well, it probably is a little sad. But you know how stories go. We just never know how they turn out. Sometimes they have good endings; sometimes they are happy and sometimes they are sad and sometimes they make you cry" Whitlee told her Grandma B.

Whitlee patted her Grandma B and said, "Now, you just rest and I will tell you all about this poor little girl that didn't have a name. When I'm done let's tell Grandma Lu and she can make me a book." Grandma B sighed and said, "Okay" and closed her eyes.

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Skeeter was watching from the top of his favorite tree. He so hoped for some rain. The land was dry and so were the trees. There weren't very many anymore. The leaves were gone, the grass was gone and soon he would be too. He would have to move on to find food and water. He chattered quietly to himself as he watched the little girl wander aimlessly from place to place. She lived in nothing but a shack made of bits and pieces of wood and rocks that she had found when she first got here. "I wonder where she came from, he thought. It was a poor choice, that's for sure. Maybe she didn't have a choice, but don't we all have a choice?"

As he headed down the tree something caught his attention. "What was that? Was that a dog? Oh, I haven't seen a dog in a really long time. He doesn't look so good. I think this is not good at all. He needs food and water just like the little girl and I do. I wonder where he came from. I'm going to be just as quiet as I possibly can and see what's going on."

The small puppy might have been thin and hungry and very tired, but he knew the minute the squirrel came down the tree. He raised his paw in the air. He was so very tired and lonely. Maybe the squirrel could be his friend.

The little girl with no name saw the squirrel and the puppy look at each other. She wondered what was going to happen. She tried to hide in case they tried to fight and hurt each other. She had seen fights before and they scared her.

 She was getting too big for her small house so she just crouched down in the dead grass. When she looked closer she couldn't believe her eyes. There were two bunnies in a dead log which was not good. They had no food or water either. She didn't know what to do. Oh how she wished she had a friend; just someone to help her. She just needed someone to talk to. She hadn't talked for a very long time; she probably couldn't do it anymore. She probably would sound like a frog. With that thought she smiled. Oh how smiling hurt her lips. They were so dry and cracked. A tear started to roll down her cheek. It hurt her sore mouth. "Oh how I wish I had some water; not just for me, but for the bunnies, the puppy and the squirrel too."

The little girl felt and heard a whirring sound. She looked down at the dirt and grass and saw a tiny tiny little girl. She had seen pictures of bugs before in a very old book. It looked like a girl, but it had wings like a butterfly that she had seen in that book.

"Who are you? What are you? she asked. You shouldn't be here. There is no food or water. "

"My name is Tippy. I was sent here to be your friend. By the looks of things you need one. Now let's get out of here."