PERRI (13)

PERRI  (13)

There came a day when the sound of bird song filed the forest.

Perri opened her eyes and stretched.

As she heard the song, she yawned, and looked out at the world.

The snow was almost gone, and here and there litte green things were sprouting.

The sun was warm.
It was spring.

She heard a call.
Porro's voice !

There he was, hanging by his tail from the limb of his pine tree.

With a leap and a bound, Perri was in the treetop.

Porro raced after her.

From branch to branch, from tree to tree, she darted to the edge of the creek.

Across the water,　all green and gold in the spring sunlight, was home of her childhood.

She danced across the beaver's bridge, running straight to the tree where she was born.

Her family was no longer there, but it did not seem to matter.

Perri was grown up now, and Porro was with her.

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