I have not written much here these past few months. They have been difficult months for me–from September until December.
“I am not a tree. I am a human girl,” said the tree. “I ran away from the dwarf who kept me. He made me work night and day, cleaning and polishing his mountains of things, but I long to sing and dance in the sunshine. He followed me, so I turned myself into a tree so he couldn’t make me go back with him. Please help me.”