In a lonely house in the middle of a forest, a little girl way running back and forth around the house. She was an only child and had to entertain herself, since her mother was building again and her father was in town. The child was young, maybe 4 or 5, and curious. She climbed under desks, sat on counters, and tried to sneak into her mother’s workshop. She wasn’t very sneaky. Every time she got in, her mother picked her up and carried her away. She whined and complained, but was set outside and had the door shut in her face. She’d pout for a moment, then go off to do something else. One day, she got herself in trouble. Her mother was working, like always, and not paying attention to the child. The little girl knew she was to stay indoors, but her curiosity got the best of her. Silently, she slipped out the front door, and ran off into the fields.