There, within the confines of her tent, sits a little girl! Looking no more than 12 winters and with the smile of 12 summers. She seems to be kicking back and forth, her feet on a spot that could be transformed easily into a seat. With her backside pressed down upon its surface, and her hands holding her up on either side, "Hi!!! I didn't want to interrupt so I decided to wait here in your tent - I hope that is okay?"