and a small girl that wanted to believe that her fate was to grow up to be pretty and tall

and kind, though she wasn't as nice to her sister as her mother and father asked her to be but then He might forgive her because when she was tall as the top drawer in her dresser and when she had horses as real as the cat

but bigger and sleek as a roasted red chestnut

and this made the girl think of Christmas and promises and futures that changed with each day like the falling of needles and the sprouting of arms and legs out of the earth of her body

and all the while He was listening, making notes, clicking, creating