Hello. Let me tell you about a charismatic adorable little girl known as Stacy Starlet. She is an eight-year-old girl. She has medium long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes.

She likes to laugh a lot. When a loved one tickles her feet she giggles real sweet. She also likes to run and play. It keeps her fit and healthy and that makes her happy. But especially she likes to write stories so other little girls and boys can enjoy them, too. This is one of those tales. Stacy is always so sweet and gracious. She hopes you enjoy the story.

Here I am standing in this meadow, waiting. Not waiting for anything particular, but just waiting. I'm standing here looking at the lush green countryside. It is made up of gently rolling hills that disappear off into the horizon. Prettily, the horizon just happens to be the color of a forest fire. I like the orange glow.

I look down at the green grass that can only be Kentucky Blue Grass for that is where I find myself standing, in the state of Kentucky. It is a deep forest green color, but when the morning sun hits it at a sidelong angle it looks to be a bluish green.

The early morning dew reflects little worlds of rainbows off each individual grass blade until the glare is too brilliant to gaze upon.

On top of the little hill to my left stands a lone apple tree. With its lush little red apples gleaming so tauntingly in the morning light it irresistibly pulls me in that direction.

A family of Blue Jays perched sporadically through out the apple tree's branches are singing happily a tune that welcomes you into their meadow and makes you feel at ease.

With a puff of dirt, followed by a little sneeze, comes the little black nose and wiggling whiskers of a groundhog whose mound of turned soil at the base of the hill marks her home. Her earth brown fur shines surprisingly strong considering she lives out much of her life underground.

She gingerly stands on her hind legs and looks around the meadow she knows as her home. She looks for any signs of danger so that she may come out and forage for breakfast. Her whiskers twitch as she sniffs into the wind for any signs that might help her make up her mind.

She swivels her head nearly a hundred and eighty degrees behind and as her big black eyes pass through me this what I see: Eyes so soft, composure so wise, and the expression playing across her little dirt brown face seemingly so innocent.

With a quick turn of her little head she takes one big sniff and dives back into her hole. You can see little mounds of soil being piled up trying to close off the opening, as she perceives a danger to her and her family.

With a grunt and sniff with every step of its march comes a determined badger. He waddles his way through the peaceful meadow that he claims as his own. He rounds the top of the hill and stands next to the apple tree sniffing out the direction that his next meal might be in.

He turns towards the apple tree and scrapes his long claws against its brown bark to mark his territory and to sharpen those dagger-like claws so that he can dig for his first meal of the day. His black and white shaggy coat stands out against the early morning blue sky and the bluish green grass that dominates the terrain.

He sniffs determinedly and sets his sights in the direction of the groundhog's mound. He moves his bulky rounded body quickly down the hill grunting and groaning all the way.

Before he reaches it he is surprised by the bounding leaps of two deer. One is a mother and the other her faun. Standing tall and majestic as the golden light-brown or tawny coats reflect the intensity of the morning sun.

They nervously swish their little tails wondering what the badger is going to do. The badger being young and not knowing what is staring down at him turns and goes back up the hill, past the apple tree, and is gone.

The deer bend down to lick at the morning dew to get a drink of water. Then with three leaps and bounds they too are heading down the little valley that leads out of the meadow. Quickly they go between the hill on the left with the apple tree and the hill on the right until they are out of sight.

As the sun rises high into the sky and its beams combine with the morning dew it creates a carpet of mist that blankets the meadow. Yes, the daily life is starting its normal routine. The world smells alive.

As one looks around at the beauty you might think that the time of year is spring, but it's not. It's just the setting for my dream.

I hope you like and respect nature as much as me.

Thank you for reading. Your friend Stacy.