
When I was a young, I used to go with my friends deep in the woods till it was time for supper. We would play hide-and-seek and tip and sometimes climb the trees. I knew most my way around the woods but i would leave white pebbles on the ground just incase.
“Oh Daisy. Daisy! Daisy where are you? You'll have to come out one day.”
I ran fast as fast as i could, just incase they found me. Their voices faded away slowly, just like the sun and all i could hear was the rustle of the leaves under my feet. I found a spot by a big oak tree where i stopped to rest. I don’t know if I was awake or asleep, I thought I heard the faint sound of a flute.
“What’s your name?”

“Daisy. I’ve lost my way. Can you help me, please?”
“Daisy… you mean… daisy like the white flower? The frail daisy?”
“Sir, please, show me the way home!”
He took me by the hand and led me out of the woods.
“Thank you. Who are you? You’re so beautiful! Do you live in the woods?”
He was very fashionable, dressed from head to toes in green and with gorgeous kaki boots. He put his finger on my lips and said: “Sshh!” And I stood there, watching him go back, listening to the music of his flute.
Nobody has ever said my name like he did.