Misty sat in a patch of flowers in a big meadow. She had let out all the tears and such. Misty was ready to get married. To whoever it was, Misty sighed. Love never won in the end Misty knew that now. Misty sat in the field. The clouds rolled by and made pictures in the sky. Misty smiled. That one looked like a plane. Or a frog! Misty saw a butterfly fly by and she gave chase, she felt like a pup agian. Running and leapig and hopping being whatever she wanted to be. Misty smiled and rolled down a hill and into a puddle. Skipping from puddle to puddle and then finally falling into a fit of giggles and sighs. Misty smiled up and she laughed agian. She barely noticed any thing or any one.