There once was a little brown haired girl who loved to roar. Each morning she would rub the sleep out of
her eyes and roar.
“Good Morning,” greeted her dad.
“Rawr,” shouted the little girl until she felt it rumble in
her heart. She smiled and then skipped
off to play.
Sitting quietly in the grass, the girl concentrated on the activity
she labored on.
Up walked a freckled faced boy who asked, “whatcha doing?”
“Rawr,” yelled the brown haired girl as she happily held out
her project. The boy was unphased by her
undertaking and walked away.
Later the girl saw a group of giggly youngsters gathered
around in a circle laughing. She
strolled up to the assembly, edged her way in, and listened as they all chatted.
“What do you think?” asked a girl in yellow and white
polka dots.
“Rawr,” hollered the brown haired girl as she laughed. Some snickered while the rest of the group looked
at her in mild confusion. But she just hopped
away while her hair bounced behind her.
Day in and day out, the roaring continued. Some wondered if she was angry. Some wondered if she was silly. But most didn’t care to stick around to
understand the roar. Until one day she was
approached by a curly headed boy.
His shaggy hair covered the tops of his ears as he marched up
to the girl in fascination. He opened
his mouth and barely whispered the words, “hello, brown haired girl.”
“Rawr,” screamed the girl in uneasy retort to the squeaky boy
she could hardly hear.
“Why do you always roar?” softly questioned the fluffy mass
of curls.
“Because all of my favorite things roar,” answered the
girl. “The ocean. The thunder.
Even the sound of laughter. Why are
you so silent?” countered the spunky girl to the hushed little boy.
“Because all of my favorite things are quiet,” responded the
boy. “A breeze. The snow. The warm feeling I feel in my heart.”
The brown haired girl reflected upon the things the boy told
her. For the first time, she meditated on
this new way of exchange. She closed her
eyes tight and held her breath nervously.
Then when she was ready to speak, she opened her mouth and almost
inaudibly declared, “I like you and your curls.”
“Rawr,” bellowed the boy.
And they both skipped off together.
