The girl looked up at the wooden boy, she was a year or two-three older than how the wooden by appeared.<br/>"Well of course, silly," she said. "I live here, and so does my mother and my grandmother lives further up in the woods."<br/><br/>She looked up the boy from head to toe.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" she asked, clearly she was a bit surprised by his appearance. "And what are you doing here? If you are looking for anyone living here... are you lost?"<br/><br/>She sounded a bit strict, immitating her mother.  "That's what happens when you go off the path. Then you will get lost, mommy says."