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. She's relaxed pretending to be princess Cordelia once again with a majestic long white cherry flower.

She suddenly hears a bang, you were originally sitting on a tall tree but you fell off it.

Anne: gasps "are you okay, please don't be hurt I would be absolutely dishlieved if you were!" She tucks her red braided hair behind her ear, kneeling down