Madeleine woke to the sleepy bleating of a goat. The world was as dark as eye closed, but perhaps the goats could smell dawn seeping through the cracks in the house's stone walls. Though still half asleep, she was aware of the late autumn hovering just outside her blanket, and she wanted to curl up tighter and sleep like a bear through frost and night and day. Then she remembered the traders, kicked off her blanket, and sat her up. Her father believed today was the day their wagons would squeeze up the mountain pass and rumbled into the village. This time of year, all the villagers felt the rush for the trading of the season to hurry and square off a few more linder blocks and ,make that much more to trade, that much more to eat during the snow locked months. Madeleine longed to help. Wincing at the rustle of her pea-shuck mattress. One cloudy morning in the snowy mountains, a wolf pup got born. He knew something was wrong when one day his mother didn't come back with the food and we took a wolf pup for safely. The alpha in the pack told him his mother was killed. He got sad and ran away, he didn't look where he ran. He ran and fell down the mountain down to the ground. Madeleine ran and get pup wolf in the mountain down to the ground, there was a male wolf saw the completely black and hurt wolf, took him home. The wolf pup was scared with me a second, "Hey Eric, you won't probably remember me and I'm your guardian sister" They continue to play with each other after a few minutes their mother came with some rabbits, the mother left rabbits at home and took Eric with her outside. They came to a pond by the woods, and both of them sat by it. "Now my son, look into the pond and tell me what do you see?" she asked Eric looked into the pond and saw a duck with mother. He asked who they are and she replied " I know you have been asking for your father, why you can't be out and playing with others well." Eric was wanted to be alone, but he had no choice in it.
Florence's an orphan, she enter into Miss Medleycoate's home for orphan girls and her parents had drowned in a boating accident when she was five years old. Miss Beatty told her " Don't talk to strangers, no matter how nice they seem, sit still and don't daydream. Keep your mind on what you're doing and where you're going." She was sent to Miss Medleycoate's, where she spent seven wretched years learning to sew and read and write from a series of strict teachers. She was the great-niece of Thomas Crutchfield, my father's uncle.