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Once upon a time,

there was a girl.

A quiet girl.

A girl so quiet that 

no one even knew she was there...

...but she was there.

She was always there,

in her own little world,

in her own little head.

One day, as the girl was out in 

the field picking flowers, she felt 

that she was being watched.

Now, this was very strange 

because no one had ever watched 

her.

In fact, no one had ever seen her.

This was because 

she was so quiet, 

that no one ever knew 

she was even there!

Feeling afraid, 

the girl stopped picking flowers.

She stood up and looked around,

and there high up on a tree, 

she spotted a tiny, brown thing.

It was a little bird!

It was sitting 

on a little branch,

looking right back at her.

She gasped.

The little bird continued to watch her, this 

time with some amusement.

"Hello, little girl!" the bird chirped.

The little girl stared in disbelief.

"You're talking!" she exclaimed.

"Of course, I'm talking. 

I'm talking to you!"

the bird replied.

"Wha..wha..what did you say?"

"I said, 'Hello!' Who are you?"

"I'm a little girl."

"I can see that. I want to know what your 

name is. What do people call you?"

"I... I don't know. People don't call me 

anything. I don't think I have a name." said 

the little girl, a little sadly.

The bird was astonished.

"You don't have a name?! Well! We must fix 

that at once!"

"Let's give you a name, shall we? 

What name would you like, little girl?" 

"Can it be beautiful?"

"Beautiful? 

That's a silly name to have! Beauty is 

only skin deep, have you not heard? It 

does not last long either. Shall we think 

of a better name?"

"How about Princess?"

"Ha!" the bird scoffed, "You 

have to be more original than 

that, little girl! I never knew a 

princess who was strong, and 

lasted longer than a fairy tale! 

Let's try again."

The girl agreed. The bird was right.

No one knew what happened to the princesses 

after the stories had ended.

She wanted to last much, much longer than 

simply happily ever after.

So, she sat down,

and with her head in her hands, 

she started to think long and hard 

about her name.

The little bird waited patiently, and 

hopped onto her shoulders. 

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