Red hair like fire blew in the wind wildly, catching the sun rays of a spring morning. Anne Shirley Cuthbert was enjoying time in the field by the lonely old sycamore tree, where the butterflies danced. She was stringing together a crown of daisies suitable for the extraordinary princess Cordelia.

It was the sound of footfall crunching behind her that stirred her from the sanctuary of her imagination. She quickly looked around to find the source and let out a sound of surprise when she saw you.