A cute story of how to best friends meet.

A little girl of about nine or ten squatted next to a gurgling creek, her dark brown eyes scanning the creek bed for anything interesting; the sun shown brightly through the thick brush and trees. The park was silent except for the occasional splash of a small creek fish or the croak of a frog somewhere on the other side. The little girl dipped her hands in the water and picked up a deep red river rock, seeing it was not as interesting as she thought she let it drop back in the water and sat down on the rocky shore. Pushing back her medium length golden brown hair she gazed up around at the trees, noticing how bright green the suns rays made them as it shined through.

A crunch of gravel and dirt caught her attention and the image of a young boy about her age appeared in the pure water. She stood up, brushing the dirt from her behind as she did so and smiled at him; a smile full of hope for a new playmate but slightly mistrusting of this new stranger.

“Hello.” He said rather melancholy.

She examined his face, looking past the scarring on his lip and nose she noticed a moderately sad and equally mistrusting look in his bright blue eyes.

“Hi.” She smiled even more, her cheeks turning a pale pink, as shy as she was this boy intrigued her. She could never forget how his sadness made her sad, right then she wanted to hug him and show him what it was like to be cared for. Unfortunately she was too scared to even breathe, so they stood there a couple seconds more until her cheeks kept getting redder and she looked at the ground uncomfortably.

“Do you . . . want to play . . . ?” he asked timidly.

She looked back up at him, their eyes catching and she smiled again.

            “okay.” She paused as if trying to think, shuffling her feet in concentration.

“You wanna build a dam?” he asked, breaking her train of thought.

            “Sure!” she said, excited to have someone to play with.

They began gathering anything they could find that would block the flow of the creek. Piling rocks one on top of the other, when that didn’t work they decided to move on to something bigger.

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