Anna's Book

As I run back to our wetu, the ground feels very damp. I hear the trees whispering, “Hello.” The deer follows me back to the wetu. Mother says, “I think it likes you.” We feed the deer some food. A few minutes later the deer prances back to the stream. The sun is almost full. Leaves are starting to fall off the trees. Mother says, “You can play before you do your chores.”